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又是一个落英缤纷的季节,我带着流浪南方的风尘回到了养育我的小城,回到了总也不能释怀的梦想开始的地方,望着曾经熟悉的人们,听着纯朴的乡音,我顿然有了一种灵魂破缚而出的轻松,才知道这些年我孜孜以求的功利浮名是如此的虚无渺茫,身在异乡浮萍般痛楚的碎片与记忆撒落一地。在这个小城,我曾经有过温馨的开始。大学毕业那年,我走进了家乡中行那扇凝重的大门,分配到离市区二十公里外的一个小镇。刚刚上班的日子,一切都是那么新鲜,办事处主任,一个比我大不了几岁业务却诸熟的小伙子教会了我点钞记帐。闲暇时光,几个胸无城府的年轻人聚于一室,谈理想、谈人
It is also a fall season, I took the dust of the wandering south to bring back my little town, back to the total can not be remembered where the dream began, looking at people who are familiar with, listening to the simple accent, I suddenly have A soul break shackles out of the relaxed, I realized that these years I am persuaded by the utilitarian floating name is so immeasurable body in a foreign land like duckweed-like fragments of pain and memory. In this small town, I have had a warm start. When I graduated from college, I walked into the dignified gate of my hometown Bank of China and distributed it to a small town twenty kilometers away from downtown. Just working day, everything is so fresh, director of the office, a much older business than I was familiar young man taught me counting bills. In his spare time, a few young people without chest wall gathered in a room, talked about the ideal and talked about people