回忆起故乡泥泞的小路,心里总是暖暖的。酷暑八月,我和爷爷奶奶回到了乡下。我们把屋子拾掇了一番,爷爷便出了门,说是去走走。转眼快正午了,天突然暗下来,忽又出奇的亮,要下雨了。夏雨总是来得匆匆去也匆匆。一阵雨过后,天又明朗了。奶奶唤我去找爷爷回家吃饭,我瞧了瞧门前未干的水泥空地,问道:“才下了雨,地肯定又稀了,多脏啊,怎么走啊?”奶奶笑道:“没事的,去吧,记得走石头。”我带着疑惑出了家门。 Recalling the muddy path of my hometown, my heart is always warm. In August, my grandparents and I returned to the countryside. We picked up the house a lot and Grandpa went out and said it was a walk. It was almost noon. The sky suddenly darkened, and suddenly it was strangely bright. It was going to rain. Summer rain is always in a hurry and hurry. After a shower, the sky became clear again. My grandmother called me to find my grandfather to go home for dinner. I took up the cement floor that had not dried before the door and asked: “It was raining, and surely it was thin, dirty, how could we go?” Grandma laughed. Road: “Nothing, go, remember to go stone.” I took my doubts out of the house.