家在农村,每次回家都要爬一段很长的崎岖陡峭的山路。那条从村口向外延伸的红土小路,我已记不清走了多少回,它时常出现在我思乡的梦中,那弯弯曲曲细细瘦瘦的模样,一如少年的我。过去,我每一次外出读书和回家都要经过它;现在,每一次想家的时候,孤独的灵魂还得沿着来时的路才能回 When the family is in the countryside, they must climb a long, rugged and steep mountain path each time they return home. The red clay road that extends from the entrance to the village, I can’t remember how many times it has gone. It often appears in my dream of homesickness. It looks as if it was a boy. In the past, every time I go out to read and go home, I go through it; now, every time I miss my home, the lonely soul has to go back along the way.