时间或许是由一个个闪光的回忆构成的吧?在我心中,那经久不变的礼物——桂花糕,总令我心向往之。那是八月的最后一晚,桂花开满了树梢。那也是奶奶陪我们的最后一晚。那一晚,桂树上开满了金色的花朵,小巧玲珑,花蕊中却又透露出一丝丝夺目的血红色。回想往年满树桂花的时候,树下总会有一位和蔼的老婆婆,她,便是我的奶奶。 Time may be composed of a flash of memories, right? In my heart, that long-lasting gift - sweet-scented osmanthus cake, always make my heart yearn for. It was the last night of August, osmanthus full of treetops. That’s my grandmother’s last night with us. That night, laurel trees covered with golden flowers, small and exquisite, but revealed a glimmering in the eyes of the bloody red blood. When I recalled the old sweet-scented osmanthus trees in the past years, there was always a gentle old lady under her tree. She was my grandmother.