故乡,于周好而言,岂止是一方土地,更是陪着阿嬷看此起彼伏的潮剧的那一刻,她的猫,甚至她的味蕾,都眷恋着故乡的味道。而人生,有时又不得已奔赴另一个远方,但故乡却是一直心心念念的存在。天空一如往日蓝得没有丝毫缝隙,不时掠过一两只飞鸟。三伏天的太阳火辣辣的,连空气也仿佛凝固了,只剩下无止尽的闷热。周好坐在公交车上,公交车穿过一棵又一棵榆树,阳光亲吻着老树的枝桠。车厢里的乘客大声谈笑着,无不喧闹。周好躲在最后一排,闭着眼睛,往事如黄昏的海潮般汹涌地向她涌来。二零零六年,也是一个夏天,此时的周好还是一个穿着小花裙的小丫头。整天屁颠屁颠地 Hometown, in the week is good, is more than just one side of the land, but also with the grandmother to watch the moment of the ups and downs of the moment, her cat, and even her taste buds, are nostalgic for the taste of the hometown. And life, sometimes forced to go to another afar, but the hometown is always the existence of the heart. As the blue sky has not slipped the past, from time to time passing one or two birds. The dog days of the sun is hot and spicy, as if the air is solidified, leaving only endless heat. Zhou sat in a good bus, bus passing through another Elm, the sun kisses the branches of the old tree. The passengers in the car aloud laughing, all noisy. Zhou Hao hiding in the last row, eyes closed, past events such as the tide of the tide surging toward her influx. 2006, is also a summer, when the good week is still a little girl wearing a flower skirt. Pidianpidian all day