When I saw the cement road in the city today, I thought of the mud road that used to be a mountain ridge with only one path leading in. I will write its story here.

There is a winding path to the southeast of our village, what a nostalgic dirt road.

This road is not only winding and full of mud, but also full of ups and downs.

Go southeast from the village, about three or four kilometers.

They are all mountain roads with loops and steep slopes.

Some of them are even very steep.

It was difficult for cattle and horses to pass.

In these steep places, many cattle and horses used to accidentally roll down the hillside, and it was very sad to be thrown to death. This mountain road used to be the main thoroughfare of our village, and also an important passage for the villagers of the nearby Stone Village and even the three nearby counties.

In the 1970s and 1980s, businessmen from the neighboring county often stayed at my house and invited my grandfather to do business with them.

At that time, there were many people walking on the path.

Almost every day, people walk on the paths.

The stones on this path are polished brightly, as if someone had polished them with a grinding wheel, and the mud is compacted, as if someone had struck them with a hammer. I often walked this path with adults as a child.

Some of the bright stones are blue, some are white, some are yellow, some are red, and some are gray, among which blue is the most common.

It was sunny again for a long time.

There will be a thick layer of dust on those muddy roads.

When strong winds come, dust will fly up.

People walk on the dusty road from head to toe. Two thousand years from now, in the 21st century, fewer and fewer people will walk on this road.

Because there are roads everywhere, the road does not pass near this path, but detours to the northwest.

People come in and out mainly on bicycles.

Naturally, fewer and fewer people will walk on this road.

Later, people called this winding path the old road, and those spacious and bright roads were naturally the main roads. Although this path went far, people would still walk it after a long time.

The old people in the village will walk along this path for a long time.

On the one hand, they exercise, and on the other hand, they see if this road is old and can still be walked. Time has passed, the old road has followed, and people who have walked on it for many years have also followed.

Now, we drive in and out of the village.

Whenever I sit in the car and look at the winding old road, I will naturally think of the large and small bright stones and compact soil on the old road, as well as the vegetation on both sides of the road, especially chrysanthemums and various roses.

The golden flowers and honeysuckle took away all the childhood and youth of me and the innocent children in the village. I will never forget or miss them.

After dinner, my brother suggested going to the small square to do some activities.

I'm talking about exercising.

We also wanted to go out for some activities, so we agreed. Mom stayed at home as usual, and the rest of us went out in groups.

Along the way, I led my nieces, talking and laughing.

My aunt was pushing the stroller and my nephew was surprisingly cute sitting in the car.

Troubles at home are very different.

My brother followed leisurely behind.

After crossing the road, we came to a narrow path.

There are many cars parked on the roadside.

The nephews complained about the bumps in the road from time to time.

My aunt also reminded us to be careful.

We walked around a residential building, and suddenly a flat square appeared in front of us: there were various fitness facilities here, and many people were already doing exercises here. I saw my niece running to her favorite place first

fitness facility, I followed her closely, for fear that she would make any dangerous move.

Maybe I don't want to play alone.

My little niece pulled me to play with her.

Fortunately, I was familiar with this fitness plan in advance.

The aunt is uncomfortable and the niece is lively.

We all know this.

My aunt sometimes tells us to pay attention to safety.

The eldest niece also chose a project to exercise.

The oldest niece is calm so we are not worried.

My aunt pushed my nephew around the square.

My nephew was sitting in the car, looking around from time to time, curious about everything around him.

At first, my brother was walking on a gravel and mud road.

After walking a few laps, he did push-ups, which is my favorite exercise.

Maybe the sister-in-law felt that she couldn't let her nephew sit for a long time, so she took him out of the car and walked to the ground with him.

Just a few steps away, the nephew broke away from his aunt and ran up.

This scared us.

My brother stopped doing push-ups and my oldest niece stopped doing the exercises she was doing.

I also quickly asked my little niece to stop, and we hurried to my nephew's house...

In fact, my nephew's steps are still very steady, but we are worried that he will trip over something on the ground or hit something.

Often, we issue false alarms.

My nephew also smiled at us, as if to say, you have been deceived by me.

We all laughed involuntarily, breaking the silent night sky and seeing us sweating profusely. My brother said that the exercise had achieved its purpose and it was time to go back.
Chapter completed!