I like listening to my mother talk about the past. Life at that time was bitter, but there was also joy in it. Compared with my mother's childhood, I am glad that I have caught up with the good times.
You see, the flat cement road goes all the way along the mountain to the outside of the village. There is a school bus to and from school, which runs smoothly on the cement road. Where are the bumps? On a sunny day, the scenery outside the window is infinite. Blue sea, blue sky, green hills and green trees have a panoramic view. What a pleasing map of the fishing village! When the fog rises, the cloud rises from the valley, and the surrounding scenery "still hides half her face in front of us behind her guitar" like a fairyland! In this way, the school bus became our exclusive sightseeing bus!