我在一棵萌绿树下,望远方的草色青葱,那是一种五月的印记,我想起燃烧在家乡的火红的杜鹃。那种色彩曾浓浓地铺染在心灵和视野,让我对生活中的馨香充满依恋。我常把杜鹃花的芳菲视为大山的飘带,环绕在树的茁壮与山的伟岸中,流淌春水的光波与蝶鸟的歌喉。儿时的我,对母亲的期盼就融寄在那点点跃动的影幻。母亲和林区里与母亲同样辛勤的母亲们,劳作在茫茫绿野中。黄昏初上枝头,母 I am under a sprouting green tree, looking at the green grass in the distance. It was a May imprint, and I remembered the flaming rhododendron burning in my hometown. The kind of color has been heavily spread in the heart and vision, so I am full of attachment to the fragrance of life. I often think of azaleas Fangfei as a mountain streamers, surrounded by the tree’s sturdy and the mighty mountains, flowing light of spring water and Butterfly singing voice. Childhood I, the expectation of the mother to send in that little bit of movement illusion. Mothers and their mothers are as hard working mothers as their laborers are in the vastness of the green. Early twilight branches, mother