1从镇上到老家约八九里。吃过晚饭,天色尚早。我预备动身回去。家里人都拦着不许,说眨眼天就黑了。我打定主意,推了自行车就走。儿子在背后追着,妈妈,当心点,别掉河里去。从镇中心街道拐向南,乡村公路修整宽阔,密密的杨林高耸入云,色泽青翠浓郁。林边嫣然一抹晚霞,银白的瓦灰的深紫的云彩,一刻不息地在四周翻卷流动,树梢稻田池塘甚或几只凫水的白鹅,莫不在这流动里一刻不息地变幻着光与彩。晚风一 1 From the town to his home about eighty-nine miles. After dinner, the weather is still early. I am ready to leave. Everybody stopped not allowed to say black on the blink of an eye. I made up my mind and pushed my bike away. Son chasing behind, my mother, be careful not to go out in the river. Turn from the town center street south, rural road repair wide, dense Yang Lin soaring, green color rich. The edge of the forest with a touch of sunset, white clouds gray purple clouds, endless rolling around in all directions, treetops paddy ponds or even a few swan of white geese, not in this flow of endless changes in the light With color. Breeze one