端午,我照例去外婆家过节。一阵风蹿过,蹿进车窗,又从车窗里蹿出,裹卷着儿时的记忆。我坐在父亲车内,窗边的景致随着外婆家的临近,渐渐变得熟悉起来,又因为熟悉而变得迷离,倒真有些“少小离家老大回”之感。我闭上眼,任凭耳边风声嘶鸣。舟车劳顿,我疲惫地在外婆家院内的椅子上坐下。外婆满脸欢喜地端出一盘枇杷递给我,其热情倒像是招呼远道而来的客人。我端着枇杷,向记忆中枇杷树下的那块菜地的方位望去……小时候父母在外经商,我和外婆一起在小院里生活。每到端午前后,我坐在院子里画画,外婆拿张 Dragon Boat Festival, I go to the grandma’s family as usual. A gust of wind over, into the car window, pull out from the window, wrapped in childhood memories. I am sitting in my father’s car, the window of the scenery with the grandmother’s approaching, gradually become familiar with, but also because of the familiar and blurred, really some “little left home boss back ” feeling. I close my eyes, despite the ears neighing. Lorry, I tired to sit in the chair in the grandma’s home. Grandmother face happily put out a plate of loquat handed me, its passion seems like a greeter guests from afar. I carry loquat, to the memory of loquat tree under the direction of the piece of vegetable looked ... ... When my parents were doing business, I and my grandmother live in a small courtyard. Before and after the Dragon Boat Festival, I sat painting in the yard, Grandma took Zhang