The path
The path covered with plantains and paved with bluestones is happy
Equally happy are the poultry lining up waiting to be fed
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At this time, the smoke from the green brick and tile house is rising slowly
The half-acre square pond in front of the door is glowing with golden light
The rose-red sunset is in The face of the mother leaning against the door
Complete a close-up
Then enter the mountain on time
A few dragonflies
Finally a few dragonflies by the pond Perching on the dry willow branches
Several bats also jumped out from under the dark eaves
The dim lights behind the mother lit up one after another.
The ancient mountain village gradually returns to tranquility
Year by year
The path looks like mother’s black eyes
No matter if it is opened or Close
Mother's eyes
It's all about the winding path covered with plantains
The winding road paved with bluestones
Countless nights of frost, wind and bitter rain
Xiaolu wakes up from his mother’s cold dream
Countless evenings when wild geese fly south
Xiaolu wakes up in the cold dream of his mother
Winding in the mother's loneliness
One end of the path is under the eaves of the mother's feet
But the other end is so confusing that the mother is heartbroken.
The happiest moment for a mother
It is nothing more than seeing the schoolbag bouncing and swinging on my back on the bluestone road
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As long as I see the figures of my children returning home on the path
My mother turned around with a smile on her face and fed the pigs and chickens and ducks
Then a gust of wind floated into the kitchen
Thirty years later
My mother still cares about her after she passed away. Pretending to be a small road
Still looking day and night on the hill in the distance
And I, the small road in my hometown is in my heart
It is gradually becoming deserted
The crazy plantains covered the entire bluestone road.