七月,为了生计和发展,我开始去了很远的地方上班。这远,是相较于故乡,相较于故乡这片气息熟悉的土地而言的。距离不过几百公里,但,真的远了,这远,在心上,也在故乡。开始往来穿梭于故乡和现今工作的小城。常常是,穿过一片片树林,越过一块块稻田,听耳边没有边际的风,看大野上烂漫的花草。当然,还有那条路,在故乡和他乡之间,仿佛永远也走不完的一条路。夏天转瞬便过去了,在我所认为的他乡,在我工作的地方,仿若无端地多 In July, in order to live and develop, I started to go far to work. This far is compared to the hometown, compared to hometown of this piece of breath familiar land terms. However, hundreds of kilometers away, but, really far away, far away, in my heart, but also in their hometown. Start the shuttle between the hometown and the town of today’s work. Often, through a stretch of woods, across a block of paddy fields, listening to the ear without the marginal wind to see the wild flowers on the Ono. Of course, there is that road between hometown and hometown, as if it will never go one way. The twinkling of an eye is over in the summer, in my opinion hometown, in my place of work,