她再次踏上乡间这熟悉的小路,一股难言的滋味涌上心头,不是激动,不是亲近,却是发自心眼里的厌烦。 依旧是那路,依旧那模样,什么都没变。路上坑坑洼洼写满了人脚印、马脚印、牛脚印……有的脚窝里汲满了水,有的长满了杂草,粪蛋东滚西爬,藏在草根底下的,盛在脚窝里面的。她那双习惯于在城市柏油路上奏乐的高跟 She once again set foot on this familiar path in the country, an unspeakable feeling in my heart, not excited, not close, but it is heartfelt annoyance. Still that way, it still looks like, nothing has changed. Footprints on the road filled with human footprints, horse footprints, cattle footprints ... ... some feet filled with water in the nest, and some covered with weeds, dung east and west, hiding under the grass roots, Sheng Sheng feet nest inside. She was accustomed to playing high heels on the city’s asphalt road