家乡小院往下几公里不通公路 ，有一条小路 。小路起始，是在田地旁，小路外 ，是高高的坎儿，河水在坎儿下流淌而过。
田地里，以前种小麦 ，现在种玉米，洋芋，黄豆。坎儿外边，是高高的核桃树 ，夏天里，枝叶繁茂，叶子里藏着繁密的青涩的核桃 。小路 ，就被茂密的庄稼，核桃树掩映着，让人感到有曲径通幽的感觉。
穿过田地 ，山渐渐的往一块靠拢，小路一面依山，一面临河。山上 ，一会儿是高高耸立的岩石，白花花的，一会儿是茂密的树木 ，一会儿，是一条小山沟，有溪水从沟儿里，叮叮咚咚的流淌下来 ，溪水被茂密的水草遮盖着，只能听到溪水流淌的声音，却见不到溪水 ，溪水就像害羞的女子 。沟儿里，生长着茂密的野草，野柳 ，有鸟儿在鸣叫，沟儿里很是幽静。路外的小河水，清凌凌的 ，在白花花的石头间，欢快的流淌，泛着浪花 ，唱着一路的歌儿，阳光撒在水面上，发着粼粼的波光，水中 ，有小鱼儿悠然的游来游去。在小河边，生长着野草，芦苇 ，野柳，野桃树，在不同的季节里 ，有不同的景色。春天，柳树挂一树洁白的柳泡，像落了一树的雪 ，不久的日子里，就有新叶长出，柳丝也就婀娜了 ，垂在河面，随着河水而抖动着，或者在和煦的春风里，轻轻飘动 。野草也疯长着 ，那么清新，充满了生机。最夺目的，当数那野山桃 ，小河边，田地旁，山坡上 ，沟儿里，到处都是，洁白的像雪 ，粉红的，像霞，也像梦。夏天 ，野草长的老高了，野柳树，也挂了一树茂密的叶子，柳丝细长细长的 。芦苇也长的茂盛了 ，叶子很繁茂，顶子上的苇絮挺立着，像士兵 ，野桃树就挂了一树青涩的果实。鸟儿在小河上疾飞，也在绿叶，和芦苇里栖息 ，唱着动听的歌儿，这样的季节里，小河边充满了诗一样的幽静 ，而在这样幽静的环境里，小村里的人上演着风流韵事，或者纯美的爱情。但是 ，只有当事的人心里记得，这幽静的环境记得外，没有别人知道 。秋天里，野草枯黄了 ，野柳落尽了叶子，桃树的果实也落了，和柳树一样挺立着枝桠 ，芦苇枯黄了，苇絮在风中飘荡。虽然没有了春天的生机，夏天旺盛里的清幽 ，却有了成熟后的博大，安详。冬天里，萧条 ，枯黄是小河边的景色，但是，忽然一夜落雪了 ，小河边被白皑皑的雪覆盖着，就有了纯净的美丽 。野柳，野桃树的枝条上，就像银条儿 ，芦苇上，满是雪球儿，有了另外的冰清玉洁的美丽。小河水 ，就在河边景色的变化中，日夜不停的流淌，唱着歌儿 ，永远那么欢快，清澈。
小河一路下去，有时在石壁上 ，有时还绕到山坡上，翻越一个小山丘，有时 ，还要趟过小河，小河上，有时是跳脚石，有时是几根木棒搭的简易的小巧 。小路的尽头 ，是一个村庄，在那村庄里，有通向外边世界的公路。
这条小路 ，在我记忆里就有，一直到现在，人们要去下边的村庄 ，下边村庄的人要来家乡小院，都要走这条小路。这条小路，对我有很深的记忆 ，很小的时候，就跟了父亲一块，去下边的村庄的商店里买东西 ，看戏。那个村庄，是一条小街道，比家乡的小院大，小街道的两边 ，有商店，什么东西都能买到 。也时常唱戏，家乡的人要买东西了 ，就去那小街道，有戏看了，就赶去看戏。
后来 ，我上中学了，因为大姐嫁到那小街道上了，我也就去了离姐家那小街道几十公里外的镇子上上中学 ，每个礼拜都回家，从姐家那小街道回家，必须要走这条小路 ，在这条小路上，留下了我求学的脚印，也留下了我青春年少的梦想，有关于前途的梦想 ，也有萌动内心的爱情的梦想。而在不同的季节里，行走在小路上，也带给我不同的感受 。
家乡村庄里的人 ，对这条小路记忆也和我一样深刻，他们不仅仅是走到小路的尽头，去下边那村庄的小街道上买东西 ，看戏，更主要的是，他们要通过这条小路 ，去村庄下边的山坡上开荒，种地。村庄的周围，只有一绺儿田地 ，种的庄稼养活不了村庄里的人，为了吃饱饭，村庄的人就去村庄下边的山坡上开荒种地，村庄里的人 ，就扛了锄头，依着村庄外的小路，走向那些山坡 ，那些山坡上，也满是羊肠小道，和村庄里走出来的小路相连 ，这些小路，就像毛细血管，维系着村庄人的生活。而在这些小路上 ，留下的也满是村庄里的人的脚印，汗水，对美好生活的渴望梦想 。
因为家乡的山上有金矿 ，开矿的老板为了把机器和物资运上山坡，就依着这条小路修便道了，在挖掘机隆隆的声音中 ，小路就一点点的被泥土，石子覆盖 。连带路旁的野草，野柳 ，芦苇，野桃树一块被泥土，沙石覆盖了去。这是记忆里一直就有的小路 ，小路旁，是随着季节的不同，而呈现出不同自然的风景，一下就被覆盖了去 ，让人的心里感到难过，在日后，想要找寻留在小路上的记忆 ，而小路，和小路旁的风景不再，记忆也无从找寻了。
There is a small road in a few kilometers, there is a small road. The start of the road is next to the field, the small road is outside, and the river is flowing down under the river.
Field, previous wheat, now corn,, soybeans. The outside of Kan, is a high walnut tree, in the summer, the leaves, and the leaves hidden in a swaying walnuts. The road is hidden by the dense crops, the walnut tree, which makes people feel the feeling of track.
Through the fields, the mountains gradually go to a piece, and the road is in the mountains, in the river. On the hill, it is a high-tall rock, white flowers, and a dense tree. It is a small hill ditch. There is a stream from the ditch, and the stream flows down, the stream is covered by dense water. I can only hear the sound of the stream, but I can't see the stream, the stream is like a shy woman. In the ditch, the dense wild grass, wild willow, there is a bird, and the ditch is very quiet. The small river outside the road, Qing Ling, the stone of the white flowers, the joyful flowing, the floods, singing all the way, the sun is sprinkled on the water, sparkling the wave, and there is small The fish will travel leisurely. On the side of the stream, growing wild grass, reeds, wild willows, horn trees, in different seasons, with different views. In the spring, the willow hangs a white willow bubble, like the snow of a tree, in the near future, there is a new leaf long, Liu Si is also got, hanging in the river, shaking with the river, or In the spring breeze, gently float. Wild grass is also crazy, so fresh, full of vitality. The most eye-catching, when the number of wild mountains, the small river, the field, the hillside, the ditch, everywhere, is white like snow, pink, like Xia, like a dream. Summer, the wild grass is long, wild willow trees, and there is a dense leaves, and the willows are elongated. The reeds are also lush, the leaves are very lush, and the top of the top is standing, like soldiers, the wild peach tree hangs a tree of green fruit. The birds flew on the small river, also in the green leaves, and the reeds, sang a beautiful song, in such a season, the small river is full of poetry, and in such a quiet environment, small village People staged a rhyme, or pure love. However, only the people have remember that this quiet environment remembers, no one knows. In the fall, the wild grass is yellow, and the wild willus falls, the fruit of the peach tree is also falling, and the willow tree is standing, the reed is yellow, the reed is inThe wind floating in the wind. Although there is no spring vitality, the summer is in peace, but there is a lot of prosperous, peaceful. In the winter, the depression, the yellowish is the scenery of the small river, but suddenly, the small snow is covered, and there is a pure beauty. On the branches of wild willows, the branches of the wild peach tree are like silver bars, the reeds, full of snowballs, with different ice and jade. The small river is in the changing scene of the river, and the day and night are constantly flowing, singing the song, forever, so cheerful, clear.
Xiaohe goes all the way, sometimes on the stone wall, sometimes around the hillside, turn over a small hill, sometimes, but also in the small river, the small river, sometimes the stone, sometimes a few small wooden sticks . At the end of the road, it is a village, in the village, there is a road to the world.
this path, in my memory have, until now, people going below the village, below the village people to come home to a small hospital, we must take this path. This path, a deep memory for me, when I was very small, I followed my father, and I went to the shop below the store to buy things. That village is a small street, the small courtyard in the hometown, the two sides of the small street, there is a store, what can be bought. Also often sing, the people in my hometown have to buy things, go to the small street, have a play, and rush to the show.
Later, I was in high school, because the little sister married into the streets, and I also went to the school from the little sister home town street dozens of kilometers away, go home every week, from sister At home, the small street is going home, you must go this way, on this road, left my footprints, I also left my youthful dreams, about the future dream, also have the love of the heart. dream. In different seasons, walking on the road and bringing different feelings.
The people in the hometown village are as deep as me, but they are not just the end of the small road, they go to the small streets of the village, watch the show, and more important, they To pass this path, go to the hillside of the village to get on the hillside. Around the village, only one of the children's land, the crops can't help the people in the village. In order to eat, the people in the village went to the hillside under the village, and the people in the village, they took the hoe. Holding the small road outside the village, go to those hills, those hills, are also full of cedox, and the villageThe circles that come out are connected, these small roads are like a capillaries, maintaining the lives of villagers. On these small roads, left is also full of people's footprints, sweat, and desire for a beautiful life.
There are still many people, through this small road, have young men and women, in love through this road.
My people with my hometown have this deep feelings on this road. On this small way, I have left our memories.
Because there is a gold mine on the hometown of the hometown, the boss of the mine is in order to transport the machine and materials to the hillside. In the case of this small road, in the excavation of the rumbling voice, the small road is a little dirt, stone cover. On the roadside, wild grass, reeds, and the wild peach tree is covered with earth, and the sand is covered. This is a small road in memory, the roadside, which is different from the season, and presents different natural scenery, and it is covered, and people feel sad. In the future, I want to find it. Memory on the road, while the road, and the scenery next to the road is no longer, the memory is not looking for.