花开时节,眼前一直萦绕不散的是一树樱花。那是故乡留给我的一抹记忆。每一朵花就像春日的一缕东风,记忆便像结冻的池水,破冰融化。故乡少有花树,春天能看到的花,多是路边的野花,自家坟地有一棵杏树,由于对坟头的恐惧,杏花盛放时,只远远观望,那一树的粉红,那嗡嘤的蜂蝶。偶然发现村子西头李奶奶家 Blooming season, the eyes have been lingering is a tree cherry. That is my memory left by my hometown. Each flower is like a ray of spring east wind, memory is like frozen water, ice melting. Hometown rare flowers, flowers can be seen in the spring, mostly roadside wildflowers, an almond tree in their own cemetery, due to the fear of the grave, apricot bloom in full bloom, the only long-awaited, that tree pink, That humming butterfly. Occasionally found the village west head Lee grandmother home