从寂静的残梦中醒来,初春的蒙蒙细雨又一次淋湿了我的记忆……童年是在乡下外婆家度过的,至今残留的有关童年的记忆也大都与外婆有关。冬去春来,冰雪融化,小河汩汩地悠闲地流向远方,几只春燕热闹地呼朋引伴,仿佛在叫醒这沉睡的大地,枝条里的嫩芽也终于抵不住诱惑,纷纷从母亲怀抱里挣脱出来,沐浴着阳光,好奇地张望着初春的景色……没事的时候,我会和外婆相伴而出,沿着田间那曲折盘亘的小路,嗅着万物复苏的芳香,还有那混着淡淡泥土味的空气,尽情 Wake up from the stillness of the residual dream, early spring misty rain once again wet my memory ... childhood is spent in the country grandmother, and so far the memory of childhood are mostly related to grandmother. Winter to spring, the snow and ice melt, streams wander leisurely to the distance, a few Spring Yan lively friends and relatives, as if awakened in this sleeping earth, the shoots in the branches finally could not resist temptation, one after another from his mother embrace In the free fall out, bathed in sunshine, curiously looking at the early spring scenery ... ... nothing, I will accompany accompanied the grandmother, along the field that winding path, sniffing the aroma of recovery of all things, there mixed With a light soil taste of the air, enjoy