路边狗我曾经乘着运牛粮的马车走遍家乡的土地,挂在车后的铁皮桶互相碰撞发出“哐啷哐啷”的响声。桶里是为马儿准备的水。当年这儿还是一片荒野——山丘,松林,零星坐落着的农舍——这种屋舍没有烟囱,所以屋顶总是烟雾缭绕,仿佛着了火一般。我一时悠闲地在农田和湖泊之间游荡,一时又信马由缰,向远处驰骋,直到能看见松林背后的村庄或庭院。这时,总会有一条 Wayside dog I used to ride the grain carriage of carriage traveled the land of my hometown, hanging in the car after the barrel collided with each other issued “哐 啷 哐 啷 ” sound. The bucket is water for the horse. There was still a wilderness here - hills, pine forests, scattered farmhouses - no smokestacks in this house, so the roof was always smoky, as though it were a fire. I leisurely wandering between the farmland and the lakes, and at one time I relied on the halter, galloping into the distance until I could see the village or courtyard behind the pine forest. At this time, there will always be one