时序入秋,推开窗,印入眼帘的是一片金黄,明艳、灿烂、凄美。自小对树总有一种特殊的偏爱,这大概源于童年时的记忆。爷爷爱树,记忆中爷爷用粗糙的手掌抚着庭前同样粗糙的木瓜树干,仰头看着交叉的树枝,缓缓地说:“这树,还是你爸爸十岁那年种下的……”满目爱怜。农闲时节,勤劳的爷爷在庭前、屋后、山头种上各种树。门前小园里的五六株桔树,三两棵樱桃,一两株枇杷、李子……屋后若干棵毛桃和山头一排排整齐的甘栗……各色果子随时序的更迭接连成熟,春有樱桃,夏有桃, Timing into the autumn, open the window, into the eye is a golden, bright, brilliant, poignant. Since childhood, there is always a special preference for trees, which probably stems from childhood memories. Grandpa love tree, grandfather in memory with the same rough palm caress the same before the papaya trunk, looked up at the cross branches, said slowly: “This tree, or your father ten years old planted ... ... ”all loving. Leisure season, hard-working grandfather in front of the house, housing, the hills planted a variety of trees. In front of the small garden in the five or six orange trees, two two cherries, one or two loquat, plum ... ... behind the house a few peaches and rows of neat rows of sweet chestnuts ... ... A cherry, summer peach,