依稀记得家门前有条小小的泥泞小路,小路磕磕绊绊,雨后便有一处处汪起的小水潭。小路旁杂草丛生,有的染上了泥,有的刚露出地面,一株蒲公英,想是已经被吹走了一半,那毛茸茸的只剩下半颗,在风中挣扎着,我站在老屋的门口,欣赏着眼前的风景。十六个春秋已逝,我已长大。回想已很久没有回到老屋去重温那童年美好的记忆,便不由得心身想念。于是,我便不顾一切地向老屋驶去,那承载我美好记忆的老屋。 Vaguely remember there is a small muddy path in front of the house, the road stumbling, there will be a rain from a small pond everywhere. The roadside was overgrown with weeds, some with mud, some just bare ground, a dandelion, thought it had been blown away in half, only half a hairy, struggling in the wind, I stood The entrance to the old house, enjoy the immediate landscape. Sixteen years have passed, I have grown up. Recall that for a long time did not go back to the old house to revisit the beautiful memories of childhood, they could not help but miss it. So, I desperate to go to the old house, that carrying my beautiful memory of the old house.