小时候 ，我们家住在乡下 。那是一个很偏远的苏北小村，三面环水，象一条白带一样绕村潺潺而过。记忆中的家乡小路两步多宽 ，湾湾曲曲，坑坑洼洼，一直通到镇上。从镇上坐车 ，大约颠簸两个多小时，就到了县上 。村子离县城虽然只有60多里路程，可一个单程总要折腾大半天时间 ，一般去趟县城当天是回不来的。我们家很穷，因为没钱做路费，对于上趟县城是不可望及的奢想，有时也偶尔去趟镇上 ，那情那景多少天也无法忘记，特别是我们小孩总要兴奋好长一段时间。
家乡的小路留给我太多深刻的印象 。那个时代，由于经济薄弱 ，村子里的乡亲们都很穷，各家各户连电灯都没通上。记得每当夜幕降临的时候，劳累一天的人们 ，搬个橙子，手执蒲扇，三个一群 ，五个一伙，在那条乡间小路上，坐在路口 ，围在桥头，摇着蒲扇，讲着故事，拉着家常 ，闷热的空气中飘逸着丝丝凉意，洋溢着几多欢笑。就是在家乡的小路边上，在皎洁的月光下 ，在萤光的闪烁中，我们围坐在老人们的膝下，睁大两只眼睛 ，聆听着老人们从上代人传下来的稀奇古怪的故事，老人嘴里的故事大多神乎其神，有的故事往往吓得我们连晚路都不敢走 ，到夜深人静时，赶紧抓住大人的手一路小跑溜回家，一头钻进被窝一夜也不敢露出头来 。
家乡门前的那条小路虽然只有两步多宽 ，但却是我们村200多户乡亲的交通命脉，乡邻们南来北往都要从这条小路经过，因此，是一条繁荣的小路 ，通达的小路。我们村的人们有出海捕鱼的传统，村民们组织了好几条大木船到大海里去捞鱼，每次回来都是鱼满仓 ，我们每户都能分到好多好多的鱼，这时，人们用柳筐从船上或抬或挑的运回来 ，沿着那条小路，象条龙似的，一个接着一个 ，每一张脸上溢满喜悦。那时，只知道路的那头有条河，河里有好多好多的船 ，只到有一天，我跟着几个小朋友偷偷摸摸跑到镇上，才知道路的那头还有那么繁华的地方，尽管镇上只是一条二里长的小街 ，但我似乎感到那是一个城市。从那时起，我心中有了一个梦，这个梦无时不促起我在人生的路上不懈的追求 。
在我家不远的地方有个电站 ，站里有个机房，一边排水灌水，一边帮助村民们加工粮食、饲料等农副产品。我们家兄弟姐妹七个人口 ，不到一个月就要去加工一次粮食，由于机房大叔的儿子是我的朋友，所以这个任务每次必有我参加。老四哥用小板车推着几袋粮食 ，我就在前面用绳子拉，沿着门前的小路，两边是绿油油的庄稼 ，小河里的白毛浮绿水，伴着咕吱咕吱的车轮声，摸一把汗水，哼一曲乡间小调 ，那情景简直就是一幅山水画 。
家乡的小路给我青少年时光留下了无限欢乐，但也不是我们永恒的乐园，有时也有丝丝苦恼和无奈 ，这成了我人生中无法抹去的记忆。那是我小学三年级的时候，我们家乡实行土地改革，所有的农田全部分到各户种植 ，这个政策使我们家里的条件都逐步好转，尤其是我们家人口多，粮食年年不够吃 ，分田到户后，我们家首次有了余粮，而且每年还能卖上千把斤 ，足够我们上学的费用。有一年秋天，父亲为了筹足我的学费，用小板车推上几袋粮食去镇上卖，半路上 ，一场大雨瓢泼而下，小路成了被搅拌的泥桨，父亲粘在了半路上 ，等天睛路干时，粮食已经出芽了，父亲难过了好一阵子 。那时在我幼小的心灵闪念间 ，我突然觉得这就是乡村与城市的最大区分吧。
那年春天，我们家乡全面发展家庭副业，不少人家联合起来制砖坯 ，烧小窑，我家搞的副业是制瓦坯，全部机械作业 ，一天要生产几百片。制瓦需要润滑油，那时没有专门的润滑油，都是油料加工厂的下脚料，每次都要到40里外的油化厂去购运 。一次 ，由于生产太忙，我只得请了假去帮助运油。由于路太小了，无法通车 ，我们只得撑着一条水泥船沿着路边的小河向南划进，大哥在船后摇着撸，我在船头用力撑 ，由于顶风，船向蚂蚁爬的一般，缓缓前行 ，风大些的时候，船还会倒退一段路程，一天走不到10里路。第二天 ，我建议上岸拉船，大哥只得同意，他在船上撑舵，我在岸上拉 。岸边荆赖丛生 ，尤其是长着很多的带刺的刺槐，每走一步，都要披荆斩赖 ，为了完成任务，也为了尽快回家上学，我腿被划破了 ，肩被磨红了，汗水滴到受伤的肩膀上，象盐水浇的一样疼痛 ，腿象灌了铅一样沉重，步步维艰，但我仍然坚持下来。那次回来 ，我整整瘦了一圈，人也黑不溜秋。那次运油之旅是我心头永远的痛，我梦想着有一天人们不用拉船，不用披荆斩赖 ，从路上就能把油拉回来。
渐渐的，乡亲们不再满足那条小路了，不少乡亲还对那条路怀有怨恨 。有一年 ，大伙一商量，一齐动手，把路挖了个底朝天 ，然后拓宽了两三倍，并铺上砖头煤渣，村民们笑着说 ，这才叫路，他们开着拖拉机来回穿梭，满脸的春风荡漾。再后来 ，镇上的领导说，要富裕，先修路，于是全镇一发动 ，砖渣路变成了柏油路，人走在路上，象面镜子一样 ，不但平坦，还油光油光的。去年，我回了趟家乡 ，小路是没有了，连柏油路也没了踪影，通往家乡的是一条四米宽的水泥路面 ，大伙对我说，现在是全面建设小康社会了，我们要把家乡建得和城里一个样子 ，你看，路全是水泥铺成的 。是啊，路是水泥的，房子也换成了楼房和别墅 ，路通了，乡亲们住的不比城里差，乡村和城市还有什么两样啊。再往后 ，水泥的路面不但通到村里，还会通向各家各户，不远的将来 ，乡村的小河也许会用砖头水泥砌就。我想，这个梦想不会太远 。
When I was young, we lived in the country. That is a very remote Sujin village, three-sided loop, like a white belt, is awkward. The hometown of the hometown in memory is more than two steps, the Bay Bay Qu, the plows, and all the way to the town. From the town, it is about two hours, and it has arrived at the county. The village is only more than 60 miles away from the county. It can take a single way to toss for a long time. Generally, it will go back to the county city. Our family is very poor, because there is no money to do tolls, it is an inexpensive expectation for Shanggun County, sometimes it is occasionally going to the town. How many days, the situation, especially our children always be excited. time.
Hometown's small road left me too much impression. That time, due to the weak economic, the folks in the village were very poor, and each households did not connect. I remember every time when I arrived, people who were tired, moving oranges, handful of Pu, three groups, five one, in that country road, sitting on the intersection, surrounded by the bridge, shaking Pu fan, talking Holding a story, pulling the home, the hot air is elegant, and a few laughs. On the side of the hometown, under the moonlight, in the glitter of fluorescent, we sat on the old people, and the old people were young, listening to the rare strange story from the ups to generations. Most of the stories in the old man, some stories are often scared that we will not be able to go. When they are in the night, they quickly grasp the hands of the adults, and they will not dare to show their heads. Come.
Although the small road in front of the hometown is only two steps, but it is the transportation of more than 200 villagers in our village. The nuts from the north to north from this road. Therefore, It is a prosperous path, and the path of Tongda. The people in our village have traditions of fishing in the sea. The villagers organized several big wooden boats to the sea, and every time they came back. We can share a lot of fish every time, at this time, people When using the willow basket from the ship or lift or pick it back, along the small road, like a dragon, one, one, each face full of joy. At that time, I only knew the top of the road. There were a lot of boats in the river. Only one day, I secretly moved to the town, I knew that the road is still so bustling. Although the town is just a long small street, I seem to feel that it is one.city. Since then, I have a dream in my heart. This dream does not promote my unremitting pursuit on my life.
There is a power station in the distance from my home, there is a room in the station, and the water is drained, and the villagers can help the villagers processes agricultural and sideline products such as food and feed. The seven people of our brothers and sisters are going to process a grain in less than a month. Since the son of Uncle's uncle is my friend, this task must have me to participate. Old four brothers pushed a few bags with a small plate, I used a rope in front, along the path in front of the door, two sides were green crops, the white hair in the small river, accompanied The wheel sound, touched the sweat, and the country is small, the scene is simply a mountain water painting.
Hometown's small road left my teenage time, but it is not our eternal paradise, sometimes there are silky distress and helpless, which has become a memory that I can't erase in my life. That is the third grade of our primary school, our hometown implements land reforms, all farmland is divided into various households, this policy makes our family's conditions gradually improve, especially in our household, food is not enough, After the field, our family has the first time, and it is also sold to thousands of pounds every year, enough for us to go to school. One year fall, in order to raise my tuition, push a few bags of food to the town with a small board, on the road, a heavy rain is pushing, the road has been stirred, the father sticks half a half On the road, when the day is dry, the food has budged, and the father is sad. At that time, I suddenly felt that this is the biggest difference between the country and the city.
In this year, our hometown is fully developed by the family deputy, and many people jointly make bricks, burning small kiln, my family engaged in the secondary industry is a bar blank, all mechanical operations, and a few hundred pieces. The tiles need to lubricate the oil, and there is no special lubricant, which is the foot of the oil processing plant. Every time you go to the 40 miles of oil production. Once, because the production is too busy, I have to invite the fake to help the oil. Because the road is too small, we can't open the car. We have to hold a cement boat along the roadside stream into the south. The big brother shakes behind the boat. I put it hard in the boat, because the wind, the ship cuts to the ants Generally, the slow forward, when the wind is mostly, the ship will go backwards, and there will be less than 10 miles away a day. The next day, IIt is recommended to pull the boat on the shore, the big brother has to agree, he is on the boat, I pull it on the shore. The shore, especially a lot of thorns, every step, every step, you have to dramatically, in order to complete the task, in order to go home as soon as possible, my leg is broken, shoulder being blushing , Sweat drops on the injured shoulders, as painted like salt water, the legs are worried as heavy, but I still stick to it. That time, I lost a lot of money, and people were black and not slippery. That lucky brigade is my heart forever. I dream of one day people don't have to pull boats. I don't have to put the oil back from the road.
gradually, the folks no longer met the small road, many folks still had a resentment for that road. One year, everyone is discussed, and the road is dug, and then the road is doubled, and then the brick coal slag, the villagers said, this is called the road, they have tractors to shut down, full The face of the spring is rippling. Later, the leaders of the town said that we must wealthy, first repaired the road, so the town was launched, the brick slag road became asphalt road, people walked on the road, the same surface, not only flat, but also oil light. Last year, I went back to my hometown. The small road is gone. Even the asphalt road has no trace. It is a four-meter-wide cement pavement. Everyone says me. Now it is a comprehensive construction of a well-off society. We must put The hometown is built in the city, you see, the road is the cement paved. Yes, the road is cement, the house is also replaced by the building and villa, the road is, the folks live in harmony, what is the difference between the country and the city. In the past, the road of cement not only passes into the village, but also leads to each household, not far away, and the country's small river will use brick cement. I think this dream is not too far.
Author: Xu Ruliang
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