到了家乡,呵,那棵苹果树枝繁叶茂了呢。小时候,我和姐姐常常把大苹果磕伤,躲到树下大快朵颐,虽然常常被精明的妈妈发现,免不了一顿责骂,但还是乐此不疲。呀,那座小桥还在。走到桥头,似乎又看到我和伙伴们从桥头跃下,跳在松软的沙滩上,常常一身沙土,却欢笑声声。呦,那不是我和姐姐常去割草的山头吗?还记得那时邻家哥哥说如果我爬上路旁的杨树,便把草全部给我。那 To the hometown, uh, that apple tree is flourishing? When I was a kid, my sister and I often giggle the big apple and hid under the tree. Although often found by savvy mums, they were inevitably scolded, but still bored. Yeah, that bridge is still there. Walked to the bridge, it seems to see my friends and I jumped from the bridge, jumping in the soft sand, often a sand, but laughter. Yo, is not it the same day that my sister and I often go to mow the grass? Remember when my neighbor brother said that if I climbed the poplar beside the road, I gave it to you all. that