春风又吹绿了江南。蚕豆挺直了身体开出了蓝色的小花,大蒜长出纤细笔直的蒜薹,小草从湿润的泥土里钻出来慢慢变绿,油菜一簇一簇地从土中盛放出来。走在乡间的小道上,泥土中散发出芬芳的气味。在钢筋水泥中活得太久,已经淡忘了家乡的味道。当春风送爽,大多忘却的东西又重新被忆起。岁月流逝,家乡的面貌已经日新月异,但不变的是乡亲们醇厚的乡音,不变的是爷爷奶奶的音容笑貌,不变的是舌尖上淡淡的酒酿香。小时候,总爱坐在簸箕里,傻乎乎地对着爷爷奶奶。奶奶用她那双灵巧的大手,搓洗着糯米,爷爷在一旁整理着蒸煮的工具,盛放的器物。两人从不双目相对,却已春风又吹绿了江薹,小草从湿润的泥土走在乡间的小道忘了家乡的味道。当春 Spring breeze green Jiangnan. Broad beans upright body out of the blue flowers, garlic grow thin straight garlic sprouts, grass from the wet soil to slowly turn green, rape clusters of clusters from the soil in full bloom. Walk in the country’s path, the earth exudes a fragrant smell. Living in steel and concrete for too long, has forgotten the taste of hometown. When the spring breeze, most of the forgotten things are remembered. The passage of time, hometown has changed rapidly with each passing day, but the invariable is the villagers mellow accent, the same is the voice of grandparents laugh, unchanged is the faint wine on the tip of the tongue. As a child, I always love to sit in the dustpan, silly to the grandparents. Grandma used her dexterous hands to scrub the glutinous rice, and grandfather sat at the side of the cooking tools, full of utensils. The two never opposite, but the spring breeze has blown the green sedge, the grass from the wet soil walking in the country trail forget the taste of hometown. When spring