In retrospect, I remember when I was a child, I went to the road to be baptized by nature when it rained. I like to watch raindrops falling from the air, falling into mud ponds, stirring up mud flowers and then running in the rain. However, once, maybe I was happy for the heavy rain after a long sunny day. I ran and jumped, fell down and fainted when I landed on my toes, and bright red blood spilled on the road. ...
From then on, I was afraid of rain, even more afraid of that road.
Eight years later, I went back to that road. That day, it was still raining, but I was no longer afraid, because a black asphalt road reached my door. The road is not wide, but I can walk with peace of mind. The road is not long, less than eight miles, but it leads to my heart. Walking on it is like stepping on a thousand-year-old painting, for fear of accidentally adding a failure to this hard-won painting.
When I got home, I saw my grandfather and introduced me to this road before I could speak. It turns out that this road has been changed three times in eight years, from dirt road to brick road, which was completed by Grandpa himself. Later, brick roads were replaced by gravel roads. He said that at that time, he thought it would be the best road he had ever traveled. When he was a child, he dared not expect it. Until last year, people came to the town and said that they would change this road. At that time, several old people objected and refused to destroy such a good road. It was not until the director of the village Committee explained from door to door that the asphalt road was good that the villagers agreed.
Grandpa also talked about many great changes in the village. The earliest time is 1978.
Yes, over the past 30 years, the people of China have been building a road of reform and opening up and advancing through exploration.
The road in the village will be wider and farther, and the road to reform will be wider and farther.