一小时候,我住在姥爷家里,姥爷家离公路很近。一次姥爷赶着牛车去赶集,我嚷着也要跟着去,姥爷说:“好,到了乡供销社给你买冒凉风的糖球吃。”我高兴得直冒鼻涕泡,用袖头一抹鼻子就爬上了姥爷赶的牛车。牛车上了公路,车轱辘压在路面的沙石上,唰唰地响,偶尔有被压飞的石头子,嘣的一声就飞到了路边的草地里。路边草地里的蝈蝈热烈地叫,我躺在牛车上,看着头顶悠哉悠哉的白云,想着冒凉风的糖球,心里那个美,美 A child, I live in my grandfather’s house, my grandfather home close to the road. Once my grandfather rushed ox cart to market, I cried to follow, my grandfather said: “Well, to the rural supply and marketing cooperatives to buy you a brisk sugar ball to eat.” "I am glad to runny nose, with Sleeveless nose climbed up grandfather catch cart. Chinatown on the road, car wheels pressure on the pavement of the gravel, sobbed, and occasionally have been pressured by the rock child, bang flew to the grass on the roadside. Wagtail in the grass on the roadside warmly called, I lay in the cart, watching the leisurely and carefree Baiyun overhead, thinking of a cool ball of sugar, my heart that beauty, the United States