“孤村落日残霞,轻烟老树寒鸦。”那是小时候父亲描述给我的对大山里故乡的印象。这一次回故乡,伴随父亲行驶在坎坷曲折的山间小路上,父亲满怀感慨地抖落着大山里弥散不去的旧时光。呼吸着暗香浮动的清新空气,观赏那芳香碧绿的花草树木,父亲一手旋转方向盘,一手指指点点。我静静地聆听。你看溪岸边那一方幽暗神秘的森林狭口,那时周围数十里人烟寂寥, “Solitary village sunset shady, light old tree jackdaw.” "That is my father’s description of my hometown in the mountains the impression. This time back home, accompanied by his father driving in the rough twists and turns of the mountain path, his father full of emotion with shaking off the old days dispersed in the mountains. Breath aromatic fragrance floating fresh air, watching the fragrant green flowers and trees, his father one hand rotating the steering wheel, one finger pointing. I listen quietly. You see the river side of the dark side of the mysterious forest throat, then surrounded by dozens of people lonely,