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               《一条不知名的小路》

春暖花开的四月，我从Reno(里诺）来到Florida（佛罗里达州，以下简称 FL）州的一个小镇Bartow(巴托）探望在这里工作的先生。 

这天吃完晚饭，我和先生出去散步，走在一条只供行人散步，跑步，或骑车的小路上。我不知道它有多长？但它却离我先生租住的公寓很近，公寓紧挨着一条叫 98 号的高速公路，穿过这条公路便是。  

第一次走在这条小路上，我便喜欢上了它。它没有各种机动车的轰鸣声，也没有宽阔马路那么耀眼，它有的只是宁静。偶尔有散步、跑步、或骑车的人，从傍边擦肩而过，也会很友好地点点头，或是“哈喽”一声，算是招呼过了。

小路两边是原始森林，是特别保留下来的。这里各种花草树木互相缠绕着，盘根错节；有的攀树而上，有的枝条细软下垂。

这里橡树最多，在此之前，我从没见过橡树，它不像我想象的那么高大，更谈不上参天，但它却长的粗壮，枝繁叶茂。有的橡树要三五个人才能抱住，估计也有几百年老吧。有一种植物叫Moss，开始我并不知道它的名字，后来，从一个朋友那儿才知道，它叫 Spanish moss，经查百度方知它属于一种苔藓类植物。像渔民出海回来晒网一样，它倒挂在从橡树身上伸展出来的每根枝杆上，一缕一缕的，好看极了。  

这里一年四季都是绿色，花草丛生，绮丽迷人，处处都透着花草般的香。我走走停停，一边欣赏这如诗如画般的景色，一边听先生滔滔不绝地讲述着有关它的传奇历史。有一本书名子叫：A Land Remembered，此书的作者名叫 Patrick D. Smith。这是一个真实的故事。这本书写的是一家祖孙三代在FL州创业的经历。第一代，以野牛为生，抓了卖，卖了抓。第二代，以养牛、卖牛、买地、种植橘树为生。把攒下的钱藏在他们自己盖的一个房子里。到了第三代，便主要以买地为主。这个时候，FL州的大部分土地已被他买下。到了1929年，经济大萧条年代，大部分银行倒闭，纸币几乎成为废纸。这时候，他把所藏的金币拿了出来，开始办银行，做实业。演绎出了他那传奇的一生。FL州的大部分保护区基本都是他捐赠的。  

这里住户的房子大多数没有围墙，前后院多为花草树木，一望无际的草坪随处可见。那些金色的牛，黑白相间的花牛，或观望，或悠闲地吃着草，有的则躺在大树底下乘凉。

极目迥望，除了不受人欢迎的蚊子之外，便是鲜花，美景和欢唱的鸟儿，及各种我认识或不认识的植物在春风里随风摇曳，点头哈腰笑着，和过往行人打着招呼。一些小动物还时不时地从我们身边遛过。它们的啼叫声时而连成一片，时而断续孤鸣，像是情人间的呼唤，又像是一起唱着欢快的歌。它们嬉戏着，撒欢于这密密的花草丛林之间。  

差不多晚七点多钟的时候，一轮红日在树荫后面露出了金灿灿的笑脸，它把玫瑰色的花瓣透过树林的缝隙撒在这片肥沃的土地上。一切都显得那么祥和，那么的美好。我忘情地伸出双臂，深深呼吸着……。

这条恬静的小路上，有我和我爱的人，还有那花香，草香，泥土香……这是一份久违的惬意和满足。我感觉自己已融入于这美丽的大自然景物中，已成为它们中间的一分子。

站在它们中间，聆听它们的故事，我仿佛又走进童年的记忆里，一切都是那么的亲切，那么的友好，那么宁静而美丽。我的心情格外愉悦，一切尽在不言中。

An unknown path

Author: Juanzhi

Tr. By Snengkun

In the warm spring of April, I came from Reno (Reno) to a small town (Bartow) in Florida (Florida, hereinafter referred to as FL) to visit my husband who works here. 

After dinner that day, my husband and I went out for a walk, walking on a path that is only for pedestrians to walk, run, or cycle. I don't know how long it is. But it's very close to my husband's rented apartment, which is next to a highway called No.98, just across the road. 

The first time I walked on this path, I fell in love with it. It does not have the roar of various motor vehicles, nor is it as dazzling as a wide road, what it has is tranquility. Occasionally, people walking, running, or cycling pass by, and they will nod in a friendly way, or say "Hello", which is regarded as a greeting. 

On both sides of the path are ancient forests, which are specially preserved. All kinds of flowers, plants, and trees here are intertwined with each other, and their roots are intertwined; some climb trees, and some branches are soft and drooping. 

There are the most oak trees here. Before this I had never seen an oak tree. It is not as tall as I imagined, let alone towering, but it grows thick and has luxuriant branches. There are some oak trees that need to be hugged by three or five people, probably hundreds of years old. There is a plant called moss. I didn’t know its name at first, but later, I found out from a friend that it is called Spanish moss. After checking Baidu, I found out it belongs to a moss. Like a fisherman returning from the sea to dry his net, it hangs upside down on every branch extending from the oak tree, strand by strand, very beautiful. 

It is green all year round, with overgrown flowers and plants, beautiful and charming, and the fragrance of flowers and plants is everywhere. I stopped and went, admiring the picturesque scenery while listening to my husband talking about its legendary history. There is a book titled: A Land Remembered, and the author of this book is Patrick D. Smith. This is a true story. This book is about the experiences of three generations of a family starting a business in FL. The first generation lived on bison, caught and sold them, the second generation makes a living by raising cattle, selling cattle, buying land, and planting orange trees. Hide the saved money in a house they built themselves. By the third generation, they mainly buy land. At this time, most of the land in FL has been bought by him. By 1929, during the Great Depression, most banks closed down, and banknotes were almost useless. At this time, he took out the gold coins he had hidden, and started to set up a bank and start a business. Deduced his legendary life. Most of the protected areas in FL are basically donated by him. 

Most of the houses of the residents here have no walls, and the front and back yards are mostly flowers and trees, and endless lawns can be seen everywhere. Those golden yellow cows and black and white flower cows are either watching or grazing leisurely, and some are lying under the big trees to enjoy the shade. 

As far as the eye can see, in addition to the unwelcome mosquitoes, there are flowers, beautiful scenery and singing birds, and various plants that I know or don't know are swaying in the spring breeze, nodding and laughing, and passing pedestrians each other say:” hello”. Some small animals also walk past us from time to time. Their calls are sometimes connected together, sometimes intermittently, like a call from a lover, or like singing a cheerful song together. They are playing and enjoying themselves among the dense forests of flowers and plants. 

At about seven o'clock in the evening, a round of red sun showed a golden smiling face behind the shade of the tree, and it scattered rose petals on the fertile land through the gaps in the forest. Everything seemed so peaceful and beautiful. I stretched out my arms and took a deep breath... 

On this quiet path, there are me and my loved one, as well as the fragrance of flowers, grass, and soil... This is a long-lost comfort and satisfaction. I feel that I have been integrated into this beautiful natural scenery and have become a part of them. 

Standing among them and listening to their stories, I seem to have stepped into the memory of my childhood, everything is so kind, so friendly so serene as well as beautiful. My mood is exceptionally happy, and everything goes without saying.

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