记忆的坐标里,每一处都埋藏着一支带有余香的花儿。花朵散发的余香,引我走向记忆深处的那片星空。茫茫的星空闪烁着点点星光,无边的星空之下,是那回不去的岁月。几张木板凳,一把蒲扇,一袋瓜子,一家人在星空下乘凉。奶奶倚靠在椅子上,缓缓摇着蒲扇,苍老的脸上布着些许皱纹却带着温暖的微笑;妈妈熟练地嗑着瓜子然后送到我嘴里,指尖划过嘴角的温柔再熟悉不过;爸爸闲适地抽着烟,时不时抬头仰望星空。 Memories of the coordinates, everywhere buried with a fragrant flowers. The fragrance of flowers exudes me into the sky in the depths of my memory. The vast sky shining a little star, under the endless sky, that time does not go back. A few wooden bench, a palm-leaf fan, a bag of melon seeds, a family in the shade of the sky. Grandma leaned back in her chair and waved the palm-leaf fan slowly. Her old face was covered with a little wrinkle but with a warm smile. Her mother skillfully kissed the melon and brought it to my mouth. Dad idle smoking cigarettes, from time to time looked up at the sky.