Return origin, listen attentively to rain to be hit in the euphonic sound on green flag. Return origin, look down at rural an alley of stagger crisscross footpaths between fields. Return origin, in the numerous star of all over the sky of the look into the distance on low housetop. Return origin, return home.
回到原点，倾听雨打在青石板上悦耳的声音。回到原点，俯瞰田园间交错的阡陌小路。回到原点，在低矮的屋顶上遥望漫天的繁星。回到原点，回到故乡。
Always think nostalgic the idle affection that is worry about troubles of one's own imagining nevertheless, leave the home town that sees be disgusted with the life in a brand-new heaven and earth, it is the one great pleasure of life, why to work with word of “ anxious ” ? The scene of birthplace, return a few times not much in amount to already faded from his memory in countryside. Now, it is only in the cracker sound of the night of the New Year's Eve, the figure that ability sees birthplace is familiar with then, a light sadness always is hover mind.
总认为乡愁不过是庸人自扰的闲情，离开看厌的家乡到一个崭新的天地中生活，是人生的一大乐事，与“愁”字何干？故乡的景，早已在为数不多的几次归乡中淡忘了。现在，只有在除夕之夜的爆竹声中，才能看到故乡那熟悉的身影，一丝淡淡的忧愁总是萦绕心头。
Now and then, feeling is met as taking off stringy bronco, the composition runs quickly over when on has played field, the faint scent of that damp clay, that flutters the butterfly in repaired flowers, that runs the thoroughly delighted between Yu Tian ground, bear the weight of it seems that in small town on that not wide path, in mirrorring in small town to appear to always do clean lake water not quite then.
偶尔，思绪会如同脱了绳的野马，作文奔驰在那儿时嬉戏过的田野上，那潮湿的泥土的清香，那飞舞在修了的花丛中的蝴蝶，那奔跑于天地间的欢畅，似乎都承载在小城那并不宽阔的道路上，倒映在小城那似乎总不大干净的湖水中。
Birthplace is the carefree heaven in my heart, it forever on the land that repose misses deeply in me, how do I want to return home, return remote speck.
Indeed, my nostalgic not be the channel that takes impassable, compared with the channel ” with that bay shallow “ , my birthplace is worn with my be apart nevertheless short distance, but that short distance, already was lasting.
故乡是我心中无忧无虑的天堂，它永远静卧在我魂牵梦绕的土地上，我多么想回到故乡，回到远点。
诚然，我的乡愁并不是拿到不可逾越的海峡，比起那湾“浅浅的海峡”，我的故乡不过与我相隔着短短的距离，但那短短的距离，已是永恒。
I go on the asphalt driveway with capacious birthplace by oneself alone, ask about road to passerby, with a kind of accent of one's native place that does not make a tunnel. Questioningly towards the left points to that person, my Fu crosses again at heavy traffic in. The place of high buildings and large mansions that the old building of birthplace is built mostly is replaced, the field of lakefront also already by square place is replaced, have that aged pagoda only, still be 10 years like stand erect of a day over there, recounting more ancient changeless old fokelore, over and over ……
我独自行走在故乡宽敞的柏油马路上，向路人打听道路，用一种不打地道的乡音。那人诧异地向左一指，我覆又穿行于车水马龙之中。故乡的老建筑大多被新建的高楼大厦所代替，湖边的田野也已被一座座的广场所取代，只有那苍老的宝塔，依然十年如一日的屹立在那里，诉说着更古不变的古老传说，一遍又一遍……
Home ran, it is that no longer piece what did not trouble is Elysian; I also changed, pace ah the child that did not trouble in hereat countryside bosom. The Lian Shan that I know to urban brim is bullied is direct the end of birthplace the highroad; But I also know, the birthplace in my dream, already disappeared in the end of time along with my dusty memory; I more know, this old mountain range, carry do not move light nostalgic ……
故乡变了，不再是那块没有烦恼的乐土；我也变了，步子啊是故乡怀中没有烦恼的孩子。我知道城市边缘欺负的连山直通故乡大路的尽头；但我也知道，我梦中的故乡，已随我尘封的记忆消失在时间的尽头；我更知道，这古老的山脉，载不动淡淡的乡愁……
I want to return home more, return origin ……
我多想回到故乡，回到原点……