I miss the hometown of water. Because home Shuiqing, Ming and static. That trickle flowing, especially when drought limits spray after another, along the steep mountain and the next pouring. That the ha, there is my childhood dream of growing up happy. Rising like the morning in the summer afternoon and evening , love to play with small partners in the clear water in the fish crab touch. Heat, and one into the a happy bubble of water; tired, naked on the the \"stone skin\" a good sleep. The face of blue sky, smile for life, it is the sound of water nature of the most harmonious notes.
I miss people at home. Because of his people hard-working, honest, kind-hearted. They , sunset and the interest rates associated with the vegetation, and embracing the fields, day after day, year after year, work day and night give up their hopes and dreams, the sweat and hard-working, with the crystallization of the labor-feeding their child who . Mountain is the root of their land is their soul, the growth of the children\'s parents were permeated with heavy ex-rearing. That tasty \" rice\", and that sour \"cake slurry paste soup\", and that the sweet \"potato soup\", to accompany me through a happy childhood. His mutual affection of the people live in harmony heavy, gluttonous eating, I always eat club West home, eat, eat on the housing estates. Obviously just eaten, neighbors have asked me to eat a not, I always say no, they will be good out to share with me. They taught me the truth in life is that they give me the courage and strong, they live for the sunshine of my childhood ... ....
The United States not the United States is home water, the pro is not pro-people home. Northwest, my lovely hometown, ah, how you carry me a happy childhood dream of growing up? That mountain, that water, that person, that situation, do you or I can remember walking pattern? Picked up a bow to the memory of scattered, the beads of condensation into the feelings of thinking in the dream thought, when I drift back to your side?
我怀念家乡的山。因为家乡的山险、峻、奇。家乡的山给我注入了生命的灵性，赋予我宽广博大的胸怀。小时候，喜欢穿梭枝繁叶茂的山林，听小鸟在枝头歌唱，听蛐蛐在草丛中长鸣。山中的红红的“裤裆萢”、黑黑的“刺萢”、酸酸的“乘溜子”，总是让我那样着迷，阳光从厚厚叶的缝隙照进来，洒落孩提时一地的笑声。烦了，吼上一嗓子，那回音在山谷中回荡，带着我童年的快乐和对山外生活的遐想传到很远很远的地方。我是那山中的精灵山中的鹰，在空旷的原野中，无忧无虑的歌唱，自由自在的奔跑。
我怀念家乡的水。因为家乡的水清、明、静。那潺潺细流，泛着朵朵浪花，沿着陡峭山势倾泻而下。那柔柔的清波里，有我童年快乐成长的梦。喜欢在夏日初升早晨和暖阳夕照的午后，陪伴着爱玩耍的小伙伴们，在清清的河水中捉鱼摸螃蟹。热了，一头扎进透心凉的水中泡个痛快；累了，就着光溜溜的“石皮”睡个好觉。面对蓝天，笑对生活，那哗哗的流水声就是大自然中最和谐的音符。
我怀念家乡的人。因为家乡的人们勤劳、淳朴、善良。他们日出而作、日落而息，与草木相伴，与田间地头相拥，日复一日年复一年不舍昼夜耕耘着自己的希望与梦想，用勤劳的汗水、用劳动的结晶哺育着自己的孩儿婆娘们。大山是他们的根，土地是他们的魂，孩子们的成长渗透着父辈们沉沉的养育恩。那香喷喷的“苞谷米饭”，那酸溜溜的“浆粑糊汤”，那甜滋滋的“汤洋芋”，陪伴着我度过了快乐的童年。家乡的人相处和睦情分重，贪嘴的我总是吃了东家吃西家，吃了上屋吃下屋。分明刚吃过，邻居们问我吃饭了没有，我总是会说没有，于是他们便会把好吃的拿出来与我共同分享。是他们教给了我做人的道理，是他们给我了勇敢和坚强，是他们给我童年生活的阳光…….
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美不美是家乡的水，亲不亲是故乡的人。大西北，我那可爱的家乡啊，你承载着我多少童年快乐成长的梦？那山、那水、那人、那情，你是否还是我记忆中行走的模样？俯首拾起散落一地的记忆，凝结成感情的念珠在梦里思量思量，漂泊的我何时才能回到你的身旁？