阳光在路面上打滚,老旧的水泥路面吐着热气,路旁的大榕树洒下斑驳的绿荫。我微拢着五指,让阳光透过指缝遗漏在心里。多少年都没回老家了,小镇已悄然改变了不少。平房已渐渐消失,取而代之的是一幢幢洋气的小别墅。平静的赤西湖上,已看不到游泳的孩子,只是多了几条捕鱼船。就连那段曾经令我叫苦连天的颠簸的土路也早已被重修成了平整的水泥路,走在上面硬邦邦的,没了以往的松软。想来那条泥巴路也算是满载我童年的回忆了。多少个夏日,我在这坑坑洼洼的小路上,与小伙伴们追逐、嬉戏,记不清摔伤了多少次,但擦了药之后又会高高兴兴地去路上疯。多少个黄昏,夕阳西 The sun is rolling on the pavement, the old cement road spit hot, the big banyan tree beside the road sheds the mottled shade. I am slightly together with five fingers, let the sun miss through the fingers in my heart. How many years have not returned home, the town has quietly changed a lot. Bungalows have gradually disappeared, replaced by a small ocean house. On the calm Lake Akkeshi, there is no swimming child, just a few more fishing boats. Even the bumpy dirt road that once struck me with grudges has long been rehabilitated into a smooth cement road and gone above the hard ones without the softness of the past. Think of that piece of mud is also filled with memories of my childhood. How many summer days, I chase in this potholed path, with my friends chase, play, can not remember how many times the fall, but after rubbing the drug will go happily go crazy. How many dusk, sunset west