那老汉用口“推”车的一幕让我难以忘怀。那是晚秋的一个周末,我和老爸去郊游。那天秋高气爽,农民们正忙着收割晚稻,田野里散发着浓浓的泥土气息和特有的稻香。我们左边是刚收割过的稻田,右边是一条小溪。这小溪不宽,水也不多,无声地自顾自流着。小溪的另一边是一条盘山公路。 The scene where the old man used his mouth to “push” the car made me unforgettable. It was a weekend in late autumn. My dad and I went on an outing. The autumn was so plentiful that the farmers were busy harvesting late rice. The field was full of thick muddy and characteristic rice odor. On the left, we have just harvested paddy fields, and on the right is a stream. This creek is not wide, and the water is not much. On the other side of the stream is a winding mountain road.