虽然已近深秋,但我记忆中的春天仍未远去。灿烂的桃花喧嚣了那棵树,也染红了我记忆中的老屋。时光倒流,我又成了那个无忧无虑的小鬼头,外婆也没了满头银发,站在那老槐树下,一如在我小时候那般唤着我:“雯宝,今天烧了你爱吃的糖醋排骨,来,多吃点。” Although late autumn, but my memory of the spring is still far away. Brilliant peach noise of the tree, also dyed my memory of the old house. Back in time, I became the carefree little devil, my grandmother did not have silver hair, standing under the old tree, as I called me when I was young: “Wen Bao, burn today Sweet and sour pork ribs you love to eat, eat more. ”