路 ,有千万条 ,可我最爱的却是那条“家乡的路”家乡的路古朴平淡、曲径通幽。在那一个个的拐弯处 ,在那一堆堆的稻草旁 ,总有许许多多感人的事。回忆儿时 ,每天上学 ,背着小书包 ,快乐地奔向校园。我在弯弯曲曲的小路旁顺手抓起一把草玩弄着 ,这些不起眼的道旁生物 ,常常是我 There are tens of millions of roads, but what I love most is the quaint and winding path of the “hometown road” hometown. There are many touching things along the piles of straw around the turning point. Remembering childhood, I went to school every day, carrying a small schoolbag and happily rushed to campus. I grabbed a piece of grass and played it around the meandering path. These unassuming wayside creatures are often me.