写下这个题目,心禁不住颤抖一下,眼角有些湿润了。几年流离的求学生活,已使我对故乡淡漠得近于陌生。此刻重新提起,灵魂深处那根弦被拨动,尘封的记忆之门慢慢开启,脑海中映现出了那里的山,那里的水,那里的人…… When I wrote this question, my heart couldn’t help but tremble. The corners of my eyes were moist. A few years of evacuated school life have made me indifferent to my hometown. At this moment, the string was struck in the depths of the soul, the door of the dusty memory slowly opened, and the mountains there, the water there, the people there...