我常回忆起老家的秀美风光,更常常想念村里那些善良的人和事。这其中最难忘怀的是一个小老乡桃孩儿。我家村前弯着几径清流,曲曲绕绕。山脚根的斜坡坡上,层层梯田收聚着几分翠色,云升雾起的日子,很有些“看相”。小河上是有三座桥的。正对村子的是一座石板桥,桥墩是由青石块堆的,因为年岁久远,石板被磨得十分光滑,下雨时节打赤脚踩上去,就像是踩在鲶鱼的背上,黏黏的,潮潮的,湿湿的。河上游是木桥,架在河流南拐的角上,水流湍急,桥面很窄,走上去吱吱呀呀乱叫。下游则 I often recall the beautiful scenery of my hometown and often miss the kind people and things in the village. One of the most unforgettable is a small fellow peach child. My village bend a few paths before the village clean, winding around. Mountain slope of the foot of the slope, layers of terraces gather a little Cuise, clouds rise foggy days, very “look”. There are three bridges on the river. Is the village is a stone bridge, piers are made of Qingshi heap, because of age, the stone was very smooth grinding, barefoot on the rain season stepped on, like walking on the back of catfish, sticky Sticky, damp, wet. The upper reaches of the river is a wooden bridge, stand in the corner of the river south corner, fast-flowing, the bridge is very narrow, go creak yeah yelling. Downstream is