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最爱夏日乡间的小路。农村的夏日,并不炎热,偶有凉风习习,温柔地拂过,将心中的烦闷一扫而光。乡间的小路是用鹅卵石铺成的,一块块石子静静地躺在泥土里,等待放学归来的孩子们。当孩子们手拿芦苇,在小路上边走边打闹时,小路便迎来了一天里最热闹的时刻。夜里,乡间的小路便有些寂寞,小小的鹅卵石只有与天上的星星遥相呼应。河边那若有若无、若隐若现的蛙鸣声,似乎在为小路唱着摇篮曲。村子里的灯熄灭了,一切都变得静悄悄的,小路也睡了吧?我不由得想起自己写的那首儿歌:
Favorite summer country road. Rural summer, not hot, occasional breezy, gently brush, the heart of the boredom swept away. Country roads are paved with cobblestones, a block of stones lying quietly in the soil, waiting for the children returned from school. When the children are holding reeds and walking along the trail, the trail brings us the busiest moments of the day. In the night, the path of the country was somewhat lonely, and the tiny pebbles echoed only the stars in the sky. Ruoyouruowu riverside, looming frogs, seems to be singing the lullaby for the path. The lights in the village went out, everything was quiet, the path was asleep, and I could not help thinking of the song I wrote: