又回到这条熟悉的小路,仿佛还留印着昨日的温存,儿时与小伙伴笑闹着嬉戏的时光仍旧清晰可见。时光浅浅地亲吻天边的彩霞,我看见放学路上的孩童圆圆的酒窝冲我甜甜地笑,天真活泼一如我的孩提时代。黄昏的故乡,沉浸在斑驳的光影中,痴梦于如醉的诗篇里,徜徉在声声浓郁的方言内。路旁的梧桐依旧寂寞,在深秋的冷风中瑟瑟, Returning to this familiar path, it seems as if I still have the warmth of yesterday, and the playful moments of childhood and my little friend’s laughter are still clearly visible. Time kissing the sky Caixia shallow shallow, I saw the school children on the road round the dimples sweet smile, naive and lively as my childhood. Twilight hometown, immersed in the mottled light and shadow, intoxicated dreams of Psalms, 徜 徉 in the strong voice of the dialect. Sycamore is still lonely in the roadside, in the autumn cold blustery,