我常忆起童年时的春天:田地里密密麻麻地长满了马兰头,它们你挨着我,我挤着你,摩肩接踵,遍地都是那诱人的绿。总想摘一篮马兰头给奶奶和妈妈吃,因为,她俩很爱吃。然而那是一件难事儿,因为长马兰头的田与我家隔着一条河,中间没有桥,而村里有船的又没有几户人家,于是我常常只好望 I often remember the springtime of my childhood: The fields were densely covered with Malan’s heads, and they stared at me, and I hugged you, shoulder to shoulder, all over the place. Always want to pick a basket of Malan head to eat for grandmother and mother because they love to eat. However, it was a difficult thing, because Changmalan’s head and my house were separated by a river with no bridge in the middle, and there were no families in the village where there were ships, so I often only hope that