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多年前抑或如今的小城,我都不甚了解,从小异居他乡的我,对故乡的气息捕捉得微乎其微,只听得有个百草洼,有个金山岭罢了。然而时光过去多年,我又回到这里,这陌生而又熟悉的故乡。没有诗人吟诵的那些或浅淡或沉重的哀愁,我更像一个旅人,游荡在小城的每个角落,追寻着心灵的归宿,感受着这座并不十分聒噪的小城。初次来到小城的时节,是夏天。在这个草木繁茂的季节里,小城天是蓝色的,明亮的,似久病初愈的样子。烈日下的大树,总是被天光拓出明明暗暗的影子。浮云游走,留下人们驻足在树下的欢声笑语。偶尔会有一些
Many years ago or today’s town, I do not quite understand that I was a stranger to hometown, captured the atmosphere of the hometown is negligible, only to hear a hundred grass depression, there is a Jinshanling Bale. However, many years have passed since I returned to this strange and familiar hometown. I am more like a traveler, wandering in every corner of town, searching for the destination of my soul and feeling this not-so-noisy little town without those poets reciting those or light or heavy sadness. The first time came to the town of the season, is summer. In this wooded season, small town is blue, bright, like a long time to recover from the beginning. Under the scorching sun, the sky is always bright and clear shadow. Floating clouds, leaving people to stop laughing under the tree laughter. Occasionally there will be some