按照惯例,我在这个时候是要拜访一下姑姑的小院了。还未踏进院门,一阵淡淡的栀子花香便在鼻尖萦绕。小院有些老旧,但在姑姑的打理下依旧井井有条。最显眼的莫过于那棵纤细的栀子树,嫩嫩的绿叶仿佛能挤出水来,叶间点缀着几朵白色的小花,宛如一阕厚重的弦乐声中跳出了一阵清脆欢悦的笛音,给这破旧的小院增添了不少生机。姑姑坐在栀子树下,手里做着一些简单的针线活。她又瘦削了不少,针线飞舞的手上又多了些岁月走过的痕迹。“姑姑!”我 By convention, I will visit the aunt’s small courtyard at this time. Not yet stepped into the courtyard, a faint gardenia flower lingers at the tip of the nose. The courtyard is somewhat old, but it is still in good shape under the aunt’s care. The most conspicuous is the slender scorpion tree. The tender green leaves seem to be able to squeeze out the water. There are several white florets dotted between the leaves. It is like a thick string of sounds that jumps out of a crisp and joyous flute. The tone added a lot of vitality to this dilapidated courtyard. The aunt was sitting under the scorpion tree and doing some simple needlework in his hand. She was also a lot thinner, traces of years passed by her needles. “Aunt!” I