梅子黄时的一川烟雨笼着如诗如画的江南,我却常常梦到冬日有着暖暖阳光的午后。老屋的后院,背倚着门的曾祖母手里拿了针线微微笑着,所有的怀念都是缘于一双小小的绣花鞋,所有的青春,所有的泪水和欢笑。我所知道的绣花鞋,我所想象的绣花鞋,应该是有着鲜艳的红色缎面,折射出令人 When the plums were yellow, they were surrounded by picturesque rivers and rivers. I often dreamed of a warm winter afternoon in the winter. In the backyard of the old house, the great-grandmother who leaned back against the door took the needle and smiled slightly. All the memories were due to a pair of small embroidered shoes, all the youth, all the tears and laughter. Embroidered shoes that I know, embroidered shoes that I imagine, should have a bright red satin, reflecting people