去年入冬,我重走了外婆家红枫古道,一边走一边欣赏高大的红枫,满树鲜红的枫叶,像燃烧着的大火炬。一路游客,有拍照的,有捡枫叶的,一个小姑娘把枫叶用细铁丝串成一把扇子,不禁令我想起童年的一幕。那是一个初冬,红枫古道的红枫叶已经落得所剩无几,树上只有少得可怜的几张枫叶在微风中颤抖,随时都有坠落的可能。树底下,一个光着脚丫的小姑娘,穿着格子粗布衣,裤子的屁股处补着补丁,手里拿着一根毛线针粗细的铁丝,抬头聚精会神地望着头顶上的枫叶。我 Winter last year, I re-go grandmother Maple Trail, while walking to enjoy the tall red maple, maple trees with bright red, like a burning torch. All the way tourists, there are pictures, there are pick up Maple Leaf, a small girl to maple leaf into a fan with a thin wire, can not help but remind me of childhood scenes. It was an early winter, Maple Leaf Maple leaves have left almost nothing, the tree only a few pitiful maple leaves trembling in the breeze, at any time may fall. Under the tree, a barefoot little girl, dressed in a plaid coarse coat, patches at the bottom of her trousers, holding a thread of thread of wool yarn in her hand and looking intently at the Maple Leaf above her head. I