一路上我向家里回望了好几次,看见我爸我妈看见我爸我妈一直站在新筑的围墙前面望着我们。这围墙从远这围墙从远处看更漂亮,我爸我妈就像站在画里一样。我们的村子是一个偏僻闭塞的村子。闭塞到什么程度呢,大概只有天上的飞鸟才知道吧。天上的飞鸟整天在天上飞,飞过大江南北,飞过山川河流,应当是最有见识的了。它应该看得到,我们的村子四面都是山,通往村外的只有一条羊肠样的小道。此刻大火正在这条羊肠样的小道上艰难地行进着,几乎每一步 Along the way I looked back to the house several times, saw my dad my mom saw my dad my mother has been standing in front of the new building wall looking at us. This wall looks farther from the far wall. My dad and my mom are like standing in the picture. Our village is a secluded village. To what extent occlusion it, probably only the birds in the sky to know it. The birds of the sky fly in the sky all day, flying over the river north and south, flying mountains and rivers, should be the most insightful. It should have seen that our village is surrounded by mountains on all sides and that there is only a sheep-like trail leading to the village. At this moment, the fire is making a difficult journey in this sheep-like trail, almost every step