那天,父亲带我去爷爷家,走了一条我从未走过的路。我满怀着期待,满怀着欣喜,随着父亲上路了。那是一条窄窄的乡村小路,路过的山坡上长满了树木,摩托车在其中行驶,车轮碾过松软的碎石,发出的声响如同赤脚走过金黄落叶,真是别有一番风味。父亲把车也开得特别地慢,不像往日在宽阔 Day, my father took me to my grandfather’s house, took a road that I have never walked. I am full of hope, full of joy, with my father on the road. It was a narrow country road, covered with trees on the slopes of the passing road, in which the motorcycles ran, the wheels rolled over the soft gravel, and the sound was like walking barefoot through golden leaves. My father opened the car too slowly, unlike the days before