阴沉的天空下,新修的水泥路蜿蜒着伸向远方。打着旋的寒风萧萧瑟瑟——漫过村庄、漫过麦田、漫过池塘。黄叶落尽的树木肃立在道路两旁。目送朝夕相处的领头人撒手远行,深情怀想那曾经熟悉的面庞……一条窄窄的小路,一方沟埂围成的岗坡。你面向太阳升起的地方,面向广阔无垠的葱绿田园;身后一排排郁郁的青松,一座洒满你汗水 The gloomy sky, the newly repaired cement road meandering into the distance. Whirling whistling wind cold whistling - diffuse through the village, over the wheat fields, over the pond. Yellow leaves falling trees stood on both sides of the road. Looking for the day and night to get along with the leaders take the opportunity to travel, affectionate nostalgia that once familiar face ... ... a narrow path, a ditch surrounded by a hillside. You face the rising sun for vast expanses of verdant green pasture;