我的老家门前有一条蜿蜒的小路 ,犹如一条细细的长龙 ,贯穿于家乡南北 ,尽管小 ,却是家乡人的主要通道。不管是鸡鸣晓月 ,还是月华泻地 ,小路都印下了家乡人的串串足迹 ,洒落下家乡人的滴滴汗珠。乡亲们为了追求心中的希望、美好的遐想 ,而在这条小路上劳碌奔波 ,繁衍生息。弯 My home has a meandering trail in front of my home. It is like a long, thin dragon that runs through my hometown, both north and south. Although small, it is the hometown’s main thoroughfare. Whether it is crowing Aria, or Yuet-la-la-la, the trail printed a string of footprints of the hometown, sprinkle drops of sweat drops hometown people. Folks in pursuit of the hearts of hope, a beautiful reverie, and in this small way of labor, multiply. bend