一条小路,崎岖蜿蜒,盘山而上,我儿时的歌洒满了山路。晴天,我和伙伴们翻山越沟去采那五颜六色的鲜花;雨天上学,父母送,父母接。儿时,我觉得这路其乐无穷,充满温馨。不知不觉就进入了青春的大门,孩提时的风景,显得十分淡远,渐渐变成了回忆。记得那是一个阴雨绵绵、大雾弥漫的日 A path that was rugged and winding up, my childhood song was full of mountains. On sunny days, my friends and I climbed the mountain and ditched the colorful flowers; I went to school in the rain, my parents sent it, and my parents answered it. When I was a child, I thought this road was enjoyable and full of warmth. Unconsciously, he entered the gate of youth. When he was a child, the scenery seemed very far-fetched and gradually became memories. I remember that it was a rainy day and a heavy fog day