又是一年四月天,又是一年槐花香。环城公园的槐花,勾起了我对儿时有关槐花的记忆,槐花麦饭,槐花包子,还有那无论如何也忘不了的槐花情和槐花怨。爷已不能像他病前那样扛着镢头和奶奶、父亲一块去田里干活了,只能一跛一瘸地把竹篮挎在胳膊上,在村外田地里转悠转悠、掐点野菜。爷因为“脑血管意外”由一个壮劳力突然间变成了一个半身不遂的病人,瘫痪在炕上。刚开始 April is another year, but also a year Sophorae floral. Huai Park City Park, brought back my childhood memories of Sophora japonica, Sophora japonica rice, Sophora japonica steamed buns, there are those that can not be forgotten in any case Sophora japonica and Sophora japonica complain. Lord can not carry his head and grandmother as he did before his illness, his father went to work in the fields, only a lame basket destroyed in his arm, wandering in the field outside the village, Pinch point wild vegetables . Lord because “cerebrovascular accident ” suddenly changed from a strong manpower into a hemiplegia patient, paralyzed in the kang. Just started