“迎着月色散落的光芒,把古老的歌谣轻声唱。”为了求学,我离开家乡已有几载,淹没在人潮中,几乎都要忘了回家的方向。听到李健唱的《月光》时,我的思绪奔向了埋藏在心底的地方——我最爱的家乡。回忆像个说书的人,用充满乡音的口吻讲起那过去的故事。小时候我最喜欢去外公家。那只是几间由红砖砌成的瓦房,房顶鱼鳞似的瓦片一片接一片地连在一起,勾勒出古朴而优美的弧线。在下雨的时候,细密如针脚的雨点打在瓦片上,如同一个个音符,串联成了美妙的篇章。这看似鄙陋的小村落,无声地诉出了无尽的诗意。然 “In the face of moonlight scattered light, the ancient songs softly sing. ” In order to study, I left home for a few days, submerged in the crowd, almost always forgot to go home. Listened to Li Jian singing “moonlight”, my thoughts toward the buried in my heart - my favorite hometown. Memories like a storyteller speaks the story of the past in a full accent. When I was young, I like to go abroad. It was just a few tiles made of red brick, roof scale like tiles one after another together, outlines the ancient and beautiful arc. When it rains, the fine, pin-like raindrops hit the tile, like a note, concatenated into a wonderful chapter. This seemingly despicable village, quietly sued the endless poetic. Of course