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在我们的村庄,有一首口耳相传的民谣:九曲回肠小道多,有女不嫁同心村。簕竹扁担都挑断,牛皮脚底全磨穿。可是在我的孩提时代,羊肠小道却是我的乐土。小路的两旁是密密的水稻和高高的玉米,这条乡间小路便夹在蓝天、黄土、两道绿之间,随草丛中的小溪一起蜿蜒地向远方延伸。夏天和小伙伴们一起玩泥巴,冬天与兄弟姐妹一同“打枪战”……那时小路,给我留下的是美好的记忆。随着童年的远去,小路的形象在我心中逐渐淡化。虽然它曾给我带来不少欢声笑语,但却远远无法弥补它给人
In our village, there is an obedient ballad: nine ileum trail, there are women do not marry concentric village. Bamboo pole are picked off the pole, leather foot wear all wear. But in my childhood, the savvy is my paradise. On both sides of the trail are dense rice and tall corn. The country road is clutched between the blue sky, loess and two greens, and extends meandering along with the creek in the grass. In the summer, I play with my friends and I play with my brothers and sisters in the winter. “Fighting” ... At that time, I was left with a wonderful memory. As childhood goes, the image of the path diminishes in my heart. Although it has given me a lot of laughter, it is far from remedy