Listen to this articleMy Old Home
故乡
Braving the bitter cold， I travelled more than two thousand li back to the old home I had left over twenty years ago.
It was late winter. As we drew near my former home the day became overcast and a cold wind blew into the cabin of our boat， while all one could see through the chinks in our bamboo awning were a few desolate villages，void of any sign of life， scattered far and near under the sombre yellow sky. I could not help feeling depressed.
Ah！ Surely this was not the old home I had been remembering for the past twenty years？
我冒了严寒，回到相隔二千余里，别了二十余年的故乡去。
时候既然是深冬；渐近故乡时，天气又阴晦了，冷风吹进船舱中，呜呜的响，从篷隙向外一望，苍黄的天底下，远近横着几个萧索的荒村，没有一些活气。我的心禁不住悲凉起来了。
阿！这不是我二十年来时时记得的故乡？
