又是一年夏蝉争鸣时,又是一年栀子飘香时,曾几何时,我的记忆中,曾溢满了这熟悉的香。“奶奶,我们为什么要摘栀子花呀?”年幼的我用小裙子的裙摆兜着那朵朵洁白,睁着懵懂的双眼好奇地询问。奶奶停下手中的剪刀,腾出手慈爱地轻抚我的头顶:“栀子可是能驱蚊的哩,晚上把花儿放在帐顶,就没得蚊子来咬我的娃儿了。”奶奶带着方言的轻柔话语,伴着栀子的香气萦绕于我的身旁,是如此令人安心。 Another year when cicadas contend, but also a year gardenia fragrance, once upon a time, in my memory, had overflowed with this familiar fragrance. “Grandma, why should we pick gardenia ah?” “I am young skirt with a small white blouse, ignorant eyes curiously asked. Grandma stopped the hands of the scissors, free hand lovingly caress my head: ”Gardenia, but can repel mosquitoes, at night the flowers on the top, there is no mosquito to bite my baby. Grandma with a dialect of soft words, accompanied by the fragrance of gardenia linger beside me, is so reassuring.