除夕一早,爸爸就把我叫起床。“走,带你去一个好耍的地方。”他说。跟爸爸穿行在浓雾笼罩的田埂上,爸爸话语里的兴奋清晰可闻。这是爸爸出生和成长的地方。他时隔多年才回来,我能理解他激动的心情。但出门没多久,爸爸就迷路了。站在田埂上,他一脸迷茫:“我记得这里有一条路嘛,咋走不通了呢?”雾越来越浓,我跟着爸爸,顺着他以前上学的路走,很快就被一条河沟给挡住了。河沟上没有桥。左右两边都是水田。“现在农村里的人基本上都出去了,原来这些路没人走,时间一长就废了。”爸爸叹了一口气,带我折返到另外一条路上。 On the eve of New Year’s Eve, my father called me to get up. “Go, take you to a playful place. ” He said. With my father walking through the fog-covered fields, the excitement of my father’s speech can be clearly heard. This is where my father was born and raised. He came back after many years, I can understand his excitement. But not long after going out, my father lost. Standing on the ridge, his face confused: “I remember there is a road here, why can not get through it?” Fog more and more concentrated, I followed my father, along the way he used to go to school, and soon Was blocked by a river ditch. No bridge on the river. Both sides are paddy fields. “Now people in rural areas are basically out, the original no one walk these roads, over time waste. ” Dad sighed and took me back to the other road.