母亲想听他们那个时代的老歌,我就在网上下载了很多,有《我的祖国》《洪湖水浪打浪》《九九艳阳天》等。周末回家,我陪母亲坐在院子里,把那些老歌放给她听。我们母女坐在老槐树下,一边听歌,一边聊天。明亮的光线从繁密的槐树叶间洒下来,落在我和母亲的身上。歌声伴着风儿荡漾,在耳边回响,穿越似水流年。母亲听得动情,说话的语调也是悠悠长长的,不停感怀着往昔岁月:“记得吗?这棵树是你小时候栽的,你说等树开满了槐花,让我做槐花饭……” My mother wanted to hear the old songs of their time, I downloaded a lot online, “My Motherland,” “waves and waves of the Honghu Lake”, “nine nine sunny” and so on. Go home on the weekend, I sat with my mother in the yard, put those old songs to her. Our mother and daughter sat under the old tree, while listening to songs, chatting. Bright light spilled from the dense leaves of Sophora japonica, falling on my mother and I. Songs accompanied by the wind rippling, echoed in the ear, through the ages. Mother heard passionate, speaking tone is long and long, kept feeling pregnant with the past years: “Remember? This tree was planted when you were young, you say that the tree is full of Sophora japonica, let me make Sophora japonica rice……”