三月,夭夭桃树,灼灼其花,顿觉满院春似海,我便欣喜于当初的抉择。——题记一双刻写年华的大手,紧握铁犁,翻起层层土壤;一双白嫩的小手,于青青树苗间徘徊不定。柳树、桔树、樟树、槐树……满地的树苗。“要种哪一棵呢?”太阳照得爷爷头顶上的汗珠晶莹如珠,一双有如卧蚕般的眼睛盯着我。这……望着靠墙摆着的株株树苗,每一棵都是那么地青翠 March, Yao peach tree, burning its flowers, feel homes full house spring, I will be pleased with the original choice. - inscribed a pair of engraved handwriting New Year’s big hand, hold the iron plow, turned up layers of soil; a pair of white and tender little hands, wandering in the green sapling. Willow, orange trees, camphor trees, locust trees ... ... all over the saplings. “Which one to plant it?” "The sun shone on the head of my grandpa’s beads of sweat, a pair of silkworm-like eyes staring at me. This ... Looked at the strains of saplings by the wall, each one is so green