回到老家,走过村道,拐过弯子,经过小溪,跳过石坑。啊!又是那芬芳扑鼻的桂花,每到八月,那特有的香气就会迎面扑来。八月桂花香,说得没错,桂花,像一个美丽的姑娘张开手心,把自己的快乐与好感传递给你。我的老家,有一片桂花树,有一棵在我家门口立着,是爷爷亲手种下的。爷爷经常带我去种地,每当经过这棵小桂花树,爷爷都会说:“孙儿,这是你的小伙伴,你得好好陪伴它!”我还小,心里真的把它当成了小伙伴, Back home, walk through the village road, turn the bend, go through the creek, skip the stone pit. Ah! It is also fragrant sweet-scented osmanthus. Every August, the peculiar aroma will pounce on. Eight laurel fragrance, rightly said, sweet-scented osmanthus, like a beautiful girl opened her hand and conveyed her happiness and affection. In my old home, there was an osmanthus tree, and there was a tree standing at the door of my house. It was grandparents planting it. Grandpa often took me to farm. Whenever I passed this small osmanthus tree, my grandfather would say: “Grandchildren, this is your little friend. You must stay with it!” "I was young, I really thought it was my heart. When it became a small partner,