1神秘的脚印我们的城市越来越大了。妈妈说,城市就像一张大饼,一环一环地往外摊,不知要摊到何时为止。我从小就住在这座城里。那时我们可以去郊外看油菜花,还能赤着脚跳进城外的小河里捉泥鳅。平房前的大樟树上,清早会飞来许多鸟儿,叽叽喳喳地吵个不停。可是后来,我们周围耸立起越来越多的灰色水泥高楼。那些高楼像巨大的水泥森林,挡住了天空和阳光。我们的平房就好像落在深井里的一只孤零零的小木桶,破败不堪,住在里面黑 A mysterious footprint Our city is growing. Mom said that the city is like a cake, ring out to the side by side, I do not know when to share. I grew up in this town from an early age. At that time we can go to the suburbs to see the rape, but also jump into the small town outside the castle caught loach. On the big camphor trees in front of the bungalows, many birds fly in the early morning and twitter endlessly. But later, more and more gray-concrete buildings erected around us. Tall buildings like huge concrete forests block the sky and sunlight. Our cottage is like a solitary wooden barrel falling in a deep well, dilapidated, living inside black