城市的马路很繁华,可我更喜欢安静古朴的老家小路。温暖的春天来了,微风吹拂着,小路旁的小草偷偷地冒出了地面,娇嫩娇嫩的,给小路增添了许多生机。炎热的夏天里,小草生长得郁郁葱葱,各种不知名的野花也纷纷盛放其间,远远望去,像铺了一条绿底碎花地毯。凉爽的秋日,麦穗沉甸甸的,田野里一片金黄,乡亲们便走过小路,去田间收割,再将这份丰收和喜悦带回家。寒冷的冬天,天空飘起雪花,小路像盖上了一床厚厚的白色棉被,小朋友 The streets of the city are very busy, but I prefer the quaint quiet home path. The warm spring came, the breeze blowing, the small grass beside the road secretly pops up the ground, delicate and delicate, adds a lot of vitality to the path. Hot summer, the grass grows lush, all kinds of unknown wild flowers have also been put in the meantime, from afar, like shop a green carpet floral. Cool autumn, the heavy wheat ears, a field of golden, folks then walked the path to the field harvest, and then bring the harvest and joy home. Cold winter, the sky floated snow, the path covered with a thick white quilt, children