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故乡的记忆,总是和童年分不开的,那是一种朦胧的温馨。当我心平气和地坐下来,那些青葱的、婉转的美好瞬间像黑白胶片一样在大脑中回映,思绪便回到豫北那个不足30户人家的小村庄。那时,正值“七八岁狗都嫌”的年龄。我们才不管呢!我们的世界只有嫩绿的田野,葱郁的树木,天鹅绒一般的蓝天,还有一群孩子没来由的疯以及快乐的笑声。偶尔,也会有小小的烦恼,但是从不过夜。一觉醒来,烟消云散。春天,麦苗刚没过脚脖,像个羞涩的小姑娘在风中曼舞。那时有
Hometown memories, always inseparable from childhood, it is a kind of hazy warmth. When I sat down calmly, those lush, mildly beautiful moments echoed in the brain like black and white film, and my thoughts returned to the small village of less than 30 families in northern Henan Province. At that time, just as the “seven or eight year old dogs are too old” age. We do not care! Our world is only a verdant field, lush trees, velvet blue sky, there is a group of children did not come from the crazy and happy laughter. Occasionally, there will be little trouble, but never overnight. Wake up, vanished. In spring, Mai Miao just barely had an ankle, like a shy little girl dancing in the wind. Then there