梦里,我回到县城的老家。磨蹭了许久,才去看爹爹。老远,朦胧看到爹爹,仍像从前,坐在门口,手里拿着他的长竹烟管吸着。爹爹看到了我,抬起了头。走近,他仍是模糊。叫了一声“爹爹”,紧紧拥抱了他。转身抬头,老街的房门都变样了…醒了,想念起爹爹和与他共度的岁月,泪湿了枕巾。这么多年来,很少念道爹爹,却常常为儿时挨奶奶及父母的打骂愤愤不平,常[
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Ihaveseenasummerday
Thatslowlyopenslikearose
Alongaquietroadthatwandersby
AndIhavesmiledandwondered
Whereitgoes
Ihavestumbledthroughthenight
Aloneasanymancanbe
Thenfoundasilentcanyonfullofstars
AndinmyheartIheardthemtellingme
Iwashome
Thegentlewinds,therainsthatfall
Thetallesttrees,andI'mpartofitall
I'veseenthesilvermountaintops
Andgoldenprairies...[
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