一月的天，很冷。
                                         路上的人，很少。
                                         走着走着，一缕淡淡的青烟，
                                         勾起了一点乡愁。
                                         看着远处的河，
                                         故山仿佛就倒映在其中，
                                         很是清晰。
                                         我把记忆的画面置换了一遍，
                                         想起你的连绵不绝；
                                         一山接着一山，
                                         一水融于一水，
                                         很是美丽。
                                         昨日你深情的随唱中，
                                         染绿了我青春的四季。
                                         泥巴的小路缠绕了你，
                                         深绿的竹林包裹了你，
                                         孤零的老树编排了你。
                                         那日黄昏未尽时，
                                         余晖让你尽展雄伟。
                                         独自吟唱中，
                                         群山共鸣。
                                         聆听一片回音，
                                         再次勾起一点乡愁......