记得是星期天,我们几个十一二岁的同学,把牛赶上山,便风似的四面八方散开去寻找老鼠瓜。天那么高,那么蓝;山那么多,那么大。大伙知道,山爷爷从不吝啬,哪一季没给我们喜悦和收获?草莓、杨梅、藤茄、板栗……都曾让我们撑得肚子胀胀的,装得口袋鼓鼓的。秋风轻轻吹拂,芭 I remember that on Sunday, a couple of eleven-year-old classmates took the cattle to the top of the mountain and dispersed them in all directions to find mice. The sky is so high, so blue; so many mountains, so big. Everyone knows that Grandpa Shan never blinked, which quarter did not give us joy and harvest? Strawberry, bayberry, cane eggplant, chestnut ... ... have let us hold up the stomach bloated, packed with pockets. The autumn breeze blows