院子里的紫藤花开了,散发着清悠安宁的香气。奶奶跟往常一样,搬着一张陪伴她多年的长躺椅,来到院中那棵古老苍劲的大树下,安静地歇息着。阳光透过树叶缝隙温暖地照耀着奶奶,一切是那么的安详与美好。跟以往一样,奶奶手里拿着一张泛黄的相片。岁月的冲刷与销蚀早已摧毁了那张黑白的胶片,照片上的人物已不很清晰。可是奶奶并不在意,她紧紧地捏住那张珍贵的照片,让记忆之花在每一个宁静的午后静静盛放在那泛黄的纸片上。那是一张怎样充满温情的照片啊!奶奶说当年爷爷向她告白的时候,手里捧着一束紫藤花。紫藤花清悠的香气让她陶醉在与爷爷相识的点滴岁月里。相片中的奶奶,年轻貌美,手里捧着一束紫藤花,娇羞地依偎在爷爷的怀抱里,笑容灿烂。爷爷也是一脸幸福的样子。 Wisteria flowers in the yard, exudes a quiet fragrance of peace. As usual, Grandma carried a long recliner who had spent many years with her, came to the ancient vigorous tree in the hospital and quietly rested. The sun shines warmly through the leaves, my grandmother, everything is so peaceful and beautiful. As usual, my grandmother holds a yellowed photo in her hand. The years of erosion and erosion have already destroyed the black and white film, the characters on the picture is not very clear. But grandmother did not mind, she squeezed the precious photo tightly, so that the memory of flowers in each quiet afternoon quietly on the yellowed paper. That is a picture of how full of warmth! Grandma said that when my grandfather confession to her when the hands holding a bunch of wisteria flowers. Scented wisteria Qingyou her intoxicated with the grandfather bit by bit in the years. Photo of the grandmother, young and beautiful, holding a bouquet of wisteria flowers, shyly nestled in the arms of my grandfather, smiling. Grandpa is also a look of happy look.