循着记忆的脚印,推开落了锈的杂草繁生的门。“咔吱——”一声脆响,月光偷溜进去了。斑驳的石板桥上铺满了银霜,桥下的小溪亮堂堂,金光光……这个季节春红已谢,无赏花人群,无蜂围蝶阵。扁豆花开了,沟渠溪畔,田埂旁,房顶檐上,神奇的紫花啊,哪里有土,便在哪里开花,一朵朵,一串串,一簇簇,深深浅浅,淡淡雅雅,呼啦啦开遍了乡野,靓透了小院。月下,紫花像小舟,一片片花瓣成了帆。月光如蜜,紫花小舟载着月光,紫得饱满,紫得透亮。黑夜寂静,月光如水,紫花素雅,记忆大门也被这一 Follow the footsteps of memory, pushing the rusty weed-covered door. “Creak - ” I heard, the moonlight sneaked into it. Mottled stone covered with silver cream bridge, the bridge under the bridge, golden light ... ... this season has been red spring, no crowd of flowers, no bees Wai butterfly array. Lentils flowers open, ditch Creek, next to fields, roof eaves, the magic of purple ah, where the soil, where the flowering, blossoming, a bunch of clusters, a cluster, deep shallow, light Ya Ya , Hula La open over the countryside, pretty through the small courtyard. Under the moon, purple flowers like a boat, a piece of petals became a sail. Moonlight, honey, purple boat carrying the moonlight, full purple, purple was translucent. Night silence, moonlight, elegant, memory door is also this one