我的家乡座落在一个青树环绕的丘陵地带。当天还是朦朦亮的时候,我总能看见一位精神抖擞的老人正拉着板车在小跑着,他已年近古稀,那双宝石似的眼睛透着犀利的目光,好像一切事物都能被它所洞穿。我知道,他是一位退伍的老兵。记得小时候放学回家,我总爱慢悠悠地走在乡间小道上,偶尔也会遇到拉着板车的他。若他的板车上没放什么零碎东西的话,他会慈祥地对我说:“小朋友,我载你回家吧!”这儿十里八乡的人他都认识,也被十里八乡的人所熟识。每到这时,我都会觉得自己很幸运,然后毫不犹豫地搭上这辆顺风车,坐在板 My hometown is in a hilly area surrounded by green trees. When the day was still dim, I could always see a energetic old man pulling a scooter at a trot. He was nearly seventy-year-old. The pair of gem-like eyes showed sharp eyes, as if everything could be done Pierced by it I know, he is a veteran veteran. I remember when I came home from school as a child, I always walked leisurely in the country lane and occasionally met him with a trolley. He would kindly say to me if he did not put anything on the scooter: “Children, I’ll take you home!” The people in all directions are aware of each other, People are familiar with. At this moment, I feel very fortunate, and then ride the car without hesitation, sit on the board