母亲照例又采来几束开得很旺的杜鹃花,插在窗前那只盛满清水的瓶里。每年春天,我看着母亲默默地插着花,就禁不住想起阿姐。阿姐长得好看,脸庞就像一朵红艳艳的杜鹃花。每次,我背着那从阿姐肩上换下的小书包,蹦蹦跳跳地走在黄昏的乡间小 As usual, his mother picked up a bunch of very blooming azaleas and inserted it in the bottle filled with water. Every spring, I watched my mother silently planting flowers and couldn’t help thinking of her sister. A sister looks good, his face is like a red and colorful azalea. Every time, I was carrying a small schoolbag that was taken from the shoulder of my sister and walked around in the countryside in the evening.