夕阳老去,西风渐紧。我是在一个宁静的黄昏来到这条街道的。道路两旁的商店很多已成为旧日往事,藤蔓和苔藓将招牌团团裹住,看不出招牌原来的面貌。我走到一棵老树底下,一片片落叶随着风在打旋。这棵大树,像极了家乡街边的那棵古树,它的每一条枝、每一片叶,更是留存了儿时的欢声笑语、融融暖意。父亲曾带我走过老家的每一条街巷,走过那些我熟悉的每一幢处所,那里是我的家乡。后来,我登上一列驶往远方的火车去求学。 The old age, westerly firmer. I came to this street in a quiet evening. Many shops on both sides of the road have become past events, vines and moss will be surrounded by signboards, can not see the signs of the original appearance. I walked under an old tree, a piece of leaves falling as the wind swirled. This tree, like the old hometown side of the tree, every branch, every leaf, but also retained the childhood laughter, warm and warm. My father had taken me through every street in my hometown, passing every place I know, where my hometown is. Later, I boarded a train bound for the distance to study.