一条水泥路掩映在路边的桔树下蜿蜒向上,这是父亲挑来沙石、水泥亲自铺成的路。路面已爬了些苔藓,还有小石子不甘寂寞地裸露出来,尽头是一幢背靠山腰的砖瓦房,房子四周蓊蓊郁郁,绿树成荫。电话里父亲说我若今天再不回去,他绝对会扔掉刚捡回来的板栗。旁边传来母亲的声音,说 A concrete road is set on the roadside orange trees winding up, this is his father picked sand, cement paving the way. Pavement has climbed some moss, as well as pebbles unwilling to bare, the end is a brick-backed back to the mountainside, the house surrounded by lush, tree-lined. His father said on the phone if I do not go back today, he will definitely throw away the chestnut just picked up. Mother’s voice came next, saying