石榴花,它并不高贵也不典雅,然而它却记载着我童年时候的秘密。看着它,内疚、自责、后悔……就会像潮水那样涌上心头,看着它,那刻骨铭心的往事也会一一浮现在我眼前。那是一个初夏的傍晚,我在屋前乘凉。突然,我发现一扇从未开过的木窗今 Pomegranate, it is not noble or elegant, but it records the secrets of my childhood. Looking at it, guilty, self-blaming, regretting ... ... will come in the heart like the tide, watching it, the unforgettable memories will come to my eyes one by one. It was a late summer evening. I was enjoying the coolness in front of the house. Suddenly, I found a wooden window that I had never opened before.