从小到大，走过无数的路，每一条路都不一样，但最令人回味还是老家那条小路。
From childhood to adulthood, I have walked countless paths, each one unique, but the most memorable one is the small path from my hometown.
我是一个出生在乡下的孩子，会走路以后便总是跟村里的孩子们到处去玩耍，几乎走遍了每一条路，但我最熟悉的还是那条回家的路。以前，这条路并不好走，也不好看，到处都是坑坑洼洼，一到下雨天便积了一窝窝的水。但是，即便有很多水，我和我的小伙伴们等到雨停，就撩起裤脚，脱掉双鞋，跳进水洼，溅了一身的泥水。那时候我们并不在乎是否弄脏了衣服，玩够了又沿着路边的草地走回家，家里人看见自己的孩子弄得这么脏，总会笑着摇摇头无奈地对我说：“干干净净地出去玩，一回来不是一身水就是一身泥，这回怎么弄了一身黄泥水来着？”我见妈妈笑了，我也挠了挠头顶跟着笑了。
I am a child born in the countryside. After I learned how to walk, I always played around with the children in the village, almost walking every road, but the one I am most familiar with is the road back home. In the past, this road was not easy to walk on, nor was it beautiful. It was full of potholes and puddles, and whenever it rained, it would accumulate pools of water. But even though there was a lot of water, my friends and I waited until the rain stopped, lifted our pants, took off our shoes, jumped into the puddle, and splashed mud and water all over us. At that time, we didn't care if we dirtied our clothes. After playing enough, we walked home along the grass by the roadside. When our family saw their children getting so dirty, they would always smile and shake their heads helplessly, saying to me:; Going out to play cleanly, when I came back, I was either covered in water or mud. Why did I get covered in yellow mud and water this time? ” I saw my mother smile, and I scratched my head and laughed along with her.
随着一年一年的变化，那条路早已不是我记忆中童年时的黄泥路了，现在已经变成了平坦的水泥路，下雨天再也不会有积水了。现在我已不在乡下住了，城市里的路有的也会有坑坑洼洼，却没有那乡间里的亲切。城市里大多都铺上了沥青路，一到夏天，火辣的太阳照耀着，一股股的热浪扑面而来，笼罩着整个身体，并且伴随着一股股难闻的气味。每当这个时候，我又会想起了小时候在那乡间小路的榕树下乘凉的情景，那里可热闹了！坐在树下无聊了，又会到处追蝴蝶，摘小花。玩累了，便沿着那条路回家。虽然是玩得满头大汗，但心情却是非常快乐的。
With each passing year, that road is no longer the yellow mud road I remember from my childhood. It has now become a flat cement road, and there will be no more standing water on rainy days. I no longer live in the countryside. The roads in the city may have potholes, but they lack the warmth of the countryside. Most of the cities are paved with asphalt roads. In summer, the scorching sun shines and waves of heat rush in, enveloping the entire body and accompanied by unpleasant odors. Whenever this happens, I think of the scene when I was a child, enjoying the cool breeze under the banyan tree on that country road. It was so lively there! Sitting under a tree becomes boring, and I chase butterflies and pick small flowers everywhere. Tired of playing, he went home along that road. Although I was sweating profusely from playing, my mood was very happy.
我怀念乡间的那条小路，那条印满无数小脚印的快乐的童年小路！
I miss the small path in the countryside, the happy childhood path filled with countless small footprints!