我的故乡位于坦荡辽阔的内蒙古科尔沁草原。今秋,怀着一腔游子归乡的渴盼,我风尘仆仆踏上那叠印着我儿时记忆和意趣的家乡路,简直不敢相信自己的眼睛。以前,这条路像一个孱弱的病人,颓唐乏力地瘫卧在那里。路面被雨水冲得沟洼不平,两边树干干枯歪斜。偶尔有车通过,车轮迸溅起浑浊的泥浆和旋卷的树叶,一种悲凉之情和难言之苦一齐涌上心头。这条小路承载着村子里几代人、十几代人的亲 My hometown is located in the magnanimous Inner Mongolia Horqin grassland. This fall, with a thirst for homecoming, I dwells on my hometown road with memories and interests of my childhood, and I can not believe my eyes. In the past, this road was like a frail patient, lying depressed and lying there. Pavement was washed rain ditch depression, dry trunk on both sides askew. Occasionally a car passed, the wheels splashed muddy mud and the spiral of leaves, a sense of sadness and unspeakable bitter heart. This path carries the village generations, generations of pro