Pure Brightness arrived, look at everybody each goes back pay respects to sb at his tomb, feel to there are countless gloomy moods in the heart only. In the Pure Brightness with a such unbroken drizzle, I can sit in the home frowzily only. Outside listening to a window fine fine rain. My birthplace leaves here it is very far, she is in Hunan, I make in that on the green hill that fetch pulls a dream to entangle. The Yao of that a thousand li, not be very fast can hurried back go. Of those ten hours wade, became a wall between I and birthplace, I am in this, she is in that. The home town that hears of that one day also issued rain; Hear that sapling took out new bud again at the door the home; Big big camellia outside hearing of the door forest, become lush and green again, hear of …… my memory to birthplace, stay in every cold summer vacation only it seems that. The one grass of birthplace one wood, spend one part of a historical period, it is to be engraved in mind the best writing, make me constant remember when midnight dream is answered, remember those make me yearn for up to now days. “ bang Da, rain of ” of bang composition Da greatens, be like is low wail. Are you also in for those alone outer boy far away from home and feel sadness? Right now, that birthplace arrives rain, whether be also sentimental? Drip-drop crosses each leaf alonely, had hit each flower, had seen countless landscapes, also do not answer again however once that cloudlet. Come hasty also, go hasty also. Gui Mengru spring water, leisurely circles birthplace. If that longing is unbroken spring water, from my mind, connect home. From me begin to remember things rises, did not give parting already elder member of family people had swept a grave, I want to reach a hand more, light kiss drops the deposit on that monument a year of much dust ah! That path knot in the heart, it is the form that considers country! Silk thread of that one root, connective birthplace! I want to give birth to a pair of assistant, stroll circle in the air to horizon, fly to that to see you!
清明到了，看着大家一个个都回去扫墓，只感到心中有无数愁绪。在这样一个细雨绵绵的清明，我只能闷坐在家中。听窗外细细的雨。我的故乡离这儿是很远的，她在湖南，在那座令我魂牵梦萦的青山上。那千里之遥，并不是很快就可以赶回去的。那十几个小时的跋涉，成了我与故乡之间的一堵墙，我在这头，她在那头。听说那一天的家乡也下起了雨；听说家门口那棵小树又抽出了新芽；听说门外大片大片的山茶林，又变得郁郁葱葱，听说……我对故乡的记忆，似乎只停留在每个寒暑假。故乡的一草一木，一花一叶，都是镌刻在心头最美好的文字，令我时常在午夜梦回时想起，想起那些令我怀念至今的时光。“啪嗒，啪作文嗒”雨变大，似是低低的哀鸣。你也在为那些只身在外的游子而感到悲伤吧？此时，那故乡到雨，是否也在伤感？雨滴孤独的穿过每一片叶，打过每一朵花，看过无数风景，却再也回不到曾经的那朵云。来也匆匆，去也匆匆。归梦如春水，悠悠绕故乡。那思念如绵绵的春水，从我的心头，连到故乡。从我记事起，就没有给已逝去的长辈们扫过一次墓，我多想伸出手，轻轻拂掉那石碑上沉积了一年多的尘埃啊！心中的那一道道结，都是思乡的结！那一根根丝线，都连接着故乡！我想生出一对羽翼，遨翔到天际，飞到那头去见你！
Birthplace! The Bai Yueguang of my mind! Rain is gradually little, but my country situation however all the more is powerful!
故乡！我心头的白月光！雨渐渐小了，但我的乡情却愈加浓烈！
Birthplace! Birthplace!
故乡！故乡！(文/谢慧雅)