“七月十五枣红圈儿,八月十五枣落竿”。秋色渐浓中,鲜枣的身影在街道两旁的摊点上随处可见。看着诱人的红枣,闻着熟悉的味道,我的心里不禁又浮现起小时候父亲带我们上山摘枣的情景来。从枣树挂果那天起,甜蜜的期盼就开始在心头发芽、生长。等着,盼着,好不容易到了七月中旬,青涩的枣儿,在清风细雨里,泛起红晕。八月中旬,一串串红扑扑的枣儿垂在绿叶间,随风摇摆,摇曳生姿,直叫人馋涎欲滴。因为离得近,二爷爷家门口的 “July fifteen jujube red circle child, August fifteen jujube fall pole ”. Growing in autumn, fresh jujube figure stalls on both sides of the street can be seen everywhere. Looking at the attractive dates, smelling the familiar taste, my heart can not help but emerge from a child’s father took us to pick up the mountain scene. From jujube fruit hanging from the day, the sweet hope began to sprout in my heart, growth. Waiting, looking forward to, finally arrived in mid-July, jujube jujube, in the breeze drizzle, flushing. In mid-August, a bunch of juicy jujube hanging in the green leaves, swinging in the wind, swaying, straight people greedy. Because it is close, two grandfather’s door