奶奶家门前有棵梨树,每年春日里发出几条碧绿的新枝,枝头叠着一朵又一朵花,像堆着未消融的雪,将枝头压低几寸。乘着东风,那花一开就是十七载。回老家时,总能见得那一簇喜人的雪白。少时懵懂,我问奶奶,花儿怎么年年不歇地开着。奶奶笑着揉揉我的发,轻声说道:“梨花呀……她愿岁岁盛放,照翩翩少年。”那时我不明白奶奶话中含义,只记得奶奶答话时眼底的一片暖意,温柔 There is a pear tree in front of her grandmother’s house. Some green branches are released each spring day. The branches are covered with flowers one after another, like puddles of unablated snow and the branches are lowered a few inches. Take the east wind, it took seventeen for a while. Back to home, always see the kind of gratifying white. Little ignorant, I asked my grandmother, how to open flowers year after year. My grandmother rubbed my hair with a smile, said softly: “Pear ah ... ... she would like to be in full bloom, according to adolescent. ” At that time I do not understand the meaning of my grandmother, just remember when my grandmother answered a warm eye Italian, gentle