微风乍起,吹得阳光碎落一地。我站在老旧的烟灰木门前头,仿佛看见时光穿梭的身影,在小巷尽头消失不见,只闻得花香阵阵,扑面而来。离开故乡已有几年之久了,心中对家的思念自然是无法言说的。幸好,又是一年花开时,我回到了家。依然是绿意浓浓的水杉矗立在家的方向,向将归的孩子深情地招手。车停树下,打开车门,一股熟悉的家的味道便滚滚而来,满满地 The breeze whipped up and the sun shone. I stood in front of the old ash-wood door, as if to see the time shuttle figure disappeared in the alley disappeared, only smell the flowers bursts, blowing. It has been a few years since I left my hometown, and my thoughts on my family are unspeakable. Fortunately, when it took another year to bloom, I returned home. It is still green and strong stands of Metasequoia stands in the direction of the children will be beloved to beckons. Stopped under the tree, open the door, a taste of the familiar home will come rolling, full