灰瓦罐是我对母亲的全部思念。母亲嫁给父亲时,唯一的嫁妆是一个古朴的瓦罐。从我记事到现在,母亲的生活始终没有离开过这只因岁月久远而散发着幽幽光泽的灰瓦罐,它陪伴着母亲趟过悠悠的岁月之河。记忆中的母亲老是怀抱着瓦罐。春天的槐树开花了,空空的灰瓦罐因母亲放进去嫩香的槐花而 Gray jar is my mother’s miss all. When the mother married her father, the only dowry was a quaint jar. From my memoir to the present, my mother’s life has never left this only because of the long years and exudes a faint gloss of gray jars, which accompany his mother wading through the long years of the river. The memory of the mother always embrace the jar. Ash tree in spring flowering, empty gray jar because of the mother into the tender Sophora japonica