在通向故乡的崎岖山路上,除了我没有第二个行人,村中的长者三太公曾悲凉地跟我说过,这是条寂寞的山路,路上从没有过大学生的脚印。我知道。老人期盼,期盼村中能出个大学生。寂寞的山路,在苦涩地延伸。哦,妈妈,妈妈,你是否还记得? On the rugged hill road leading to my hometown, except that I didn’t have a second pedestrian, the three grand parents of the village had told me once and for all that it was a lonely mountain road and never had a footprint on the road. I know. The old man expects and looks forward to a college student in the village. The lonely mountain road extends bitterly. Oh, mother, mother, do you still remember?