暖春,老家门口的桃树开花了。粉嫩的花朵被微风拂过,轻轻地摆动着。夏天时哥哥爬上树摘下一个又一个桃子,再装了满满的小筐,我们便靠着树干吃着桃子,望着那天上飞来飞去的麻雀。望得出神的哥哥说:“看,以后我会像这些小麻雀一样飞出去的。”看向我时我却埋头猛吃,不理睬他的话。哥哥总是敲敲我的头来发泄一下他的不满。我们的家在大山里。上学总要步行长达一个小时,我一直叫苦喊累的,每次哥哥都会蹲下来背我。他背着我也会走得飞快,气喘吁吁的,就是为了让我不迟到。哥哥总说:“好好学习才能出去。”每次我只是点头─其实我并不 Warm spring, the peach trees in front of the home flowered. Pink flowers blown by the breeze, swinging gently. In summer, my brother climbed up the tree and picked up one peach and another full basket, and we ate the peach on the tree trunk and looked at the sparrow that flew up and down that day. Look out God’s brother said: “Look, I will fly out like these little sparrows later.” “When I looked at me, I stammered and ignored him. My brother always knocked on my head to vent his dissatisfaction. Our home is in the mountains. Always go to school for up to an hour walk, I have been crying tired, every time my brother will crouch down to me. He will also go fast carrying my back, panting, just to let me not to be late. My brother always said: ”Every time I just nod - actually I do not