急促的秋雨细细的落下,狭小的巷陌里,一簇簇温暖的路灯照亮了回家的路。静谧的夜晚,一阵晚风徐徐地吹过来,带着一抹香气,萦绕在我的身旁。从小我就是一个贪玩的孩子,经常和巷子里的伙伴们跑到不远的小河旁,光着脚丫、卷起裤脚,站在清澈的水流里捉小鱼、摸石头上的小螺蛳。从口袋里掏出一个家里带来的塑料袋,装上满满的河水,带着我的“战利品”一尾尾小鱼和一颗颗螺蛳,唱着歌儿在日落之际跑回家。踏板车在石板起伏的小巷子里缓慢 The rapid fall of the fine fall, narrow streets alley, a cluster of warm lights to light up the way home. Quiet night, a breeze blowing slowly, with a touch of aroma, linger on my side. From an early age I was a playful child, often with friends in the alley to the stream next to barefoot, rolled up trousers, standing in the clear water to catch fish, touch the small snail on the stone. From his pocket, he pulled out a plastic bag brought from his home, loaded a full river, with my “Trophy” a tail and a snail, singing songs run back at sunset Family. The scooter is slow in the sloping alleys