有一年秋天,一件事改变了我对路的认识。那一天是黄昏时分,父亲把割好的莜麦装满车,套好牲口,一家人在夕阳和微风中准备往家走。地沿上,是一条斜上坡的路,坡不长,但陡。父亲吆喝着牲口,开始往坡上赶。本来,我们以为快上去了,结果,牲口突然吃不上劲,重重的车迅速地开始下滑。我、母亲、还有姐姐,推的推, One autumn changed one thing I knew about the road. That day was dusk, my father loaded the cut 莜 wheat car, set the animals, the family in the setting sun and the breeze to go home. Along the ground, is a ramp up the slope, the slope is not long, but steep. Father shouted animals, began to rush to catch up. Originally, we thought it was going faster, and as a result, the animals suddenly could not eat their energy. The heavy car started to decline rapidly. I, my mother, and my sister, pushing the push,