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很久没有回过老家了,离家求学这几年,身上仅剩的几许民族气息也似乎渐渐消融在灯红酒绿的都市生活中,心中曾经充满诗意的乡土情结也被现代化的芜杂而平抑。然而,每当我穿行在充满时尚氛围的大街小巷,用审视的目光去丈量橱窗中的精美服饰时,内心便生出阵痛,我知道,是心中的的西兰卡普又在流泪了。小时候,我生活在大山中一个土家族聚居的村落,从记事起,家里便被一种很浓重的民族气息所萦绕:住的是竹木结构的吊脚楼,耳旁响
For a long time did not go back to his hometown, away from home to study in recent years, only a few of the remaining national flavor also seems to gradually melt in the glittering urban life, the heart has been full of poetic native complex also modernization and confusion. However, every time I walk through the streets full of fashion atmosphere, with the look of the eyes to measure the beautiful dress in the window, the heart will give birth to pain, I know, is the heart of Xilankapu and tears. When I was a kid, I lived in a Tujia village in the mountains. From the memo, the family was lingering in a very strong ethnic atmosphere: living in a bamboo-structure stilt house