Just because of the essay on the road of missing loved ones

It was an ordinary bluestone road.

In the summer, I love to go into the alleys, because the stone pavement sweeps away the heat in the air. If it had rained the night before, there would have been a faint mist in the early morning, faintly mixed with the crisp sound of water dropping on the eaves on the cobblestone pavement.

Every Spring Festival, I would follow my mother back to Xi'an; But at that time, the stone road was already covered with snow, and it was soft to step on it, as if stepping on cotton cotton. At that time, most of the small shops on the street were closed, except for one shop on the bluestone road.

The owner of the shop was a gray-haired grandmother, and most of the residents who lived in the area knew her. It's a pity that many families have moved away in recent years, so she is always alone, or simply sitting in a small shop and not going out, but when the ice and snow melt, grandma will always wear black clothes to welcome the first rays of spring sunshine.

In the summer, the rain will occasionally visit Xi'an, and occasionally visit the bluestone road, allowing it to absorb all the heat of summer. But the most atmospheric is when it is raining lightly. But this is not Jiangnan, so you can't walk in the rain with an oil-paper umbrella.

It's close to Saibei, so if you're looking for some fun, don't carry an umbrella and hop straight on the bluestone pavement. But whenever I told the old lady in the little shop about these ideas, she smiled a little unconvinced and said, "What's the matter?

We're here to 'plug in Jiangnan'! Then, he laughed heartily in the warm sunshine. Laughter echoed on the bluestone pavement.

The only regret is that I can't enjoy the late autumn scenery anymore. The geese are flying south, and I'm about to start school.

When I passed the entrance of the stone road, I saw that there were already dead leaves on the road. The grandmother, who is the guardian of the stone road, sweeps the fallen leaves into the bucket like entertainment. I stared at the bend of the path and couldn't stop thinking:

Autumn here must be beautiful, right?!

Time flies, and my mother doesn't return to her hometown often, only occasionally going back alone. Last year, I somehow remembered that stone road again. So he asked his mother.

The mother just said a few words lightly: "It's been demolished early." Suddenly, my heart "chuckled", and the crisp sound of dripping water on the stone road and the kind smiling face of the old grandmother appeared in front of me.

It was just an ordinary stone road, but it was inevitably demolished by demand. Now that I think about it, the allusion of "plugging Jiangnan" will also disappear at any time.

These things are long gone.