有一件事情,在我的脑海中一直有着鲜明而深刻的记忆。那是儿子刚升入小学二年级的时候。一个星期天,我和丈夫领他到公园去玩。我和丈夫坐在公园的椅子上,离我们不远处,是一片银杏树林。在秋天的阳光照耀下,每一片金黄色的银杏树叶都熠熠放光。这时,来了几个民工,他们用石头砸银杏树上的白果。一个石头砸上去,熟透的核桃大小的白果随之掉到地上, One thing has always been a vivid and profound memory in my mind. That’s when my son just entered second grade. One Sunday, my husband and I took him to the park to play. My husband and I sat in the park chair, not far from us, is a ginkgo grove. In the fall of the sun shining, each piece of golden ginkgo leaves are glittering. At this time, several migrant workers came and they stoned the ginkgo trees with stones. A stone smashed up, cooked walnut-sized ginkgo fell to the ground,