辗转回到这里已是多年后的暑假。我怀着难以名状的期待踏上这片土地,这片生我养我的土地有着或多或少的变化。记忆中染红老屋门口的那一抹夕阳,落了又起,起来又落。然后房子老了,槐树老了,外婆也老了。每段青春都会苍老,但记忆里的你会一直很好。夜。风自山上吹来,带着阵阵飒爽。巷口是披着月光的外婆,手中一把蒲扇被摇得吱吱响。我一如儿时依偎在她的身旁,任时光匆匆,似是 Took back here is the summer after many years. I am embarking on this land with unspeakable expectations. The land I have raised for this life has more or less changed. Memory of the old red house in front of the touch of the sunset, falling again, up and down again. Then the house is old, Ash tree is old, grandma is old. Every young age will be old, but in memory you will always be fine. night. Wind blowing from the mountain, with valiant valiant. Alley is the grandmother in the moonlight, the hands of a palm-leaf was shaken squeaky. As a child, I nestled beside her, any time rush, it seems