记忆中,有一种淡紫色的小花经常轻轻地、柔柔地,掠过我的脸颊。我知道,那是外婆家的楝树在想念我了。外婆家在农村,我的童年就是在那里度过的,陪伴我的还有一棵棵黑灰黑灰的楝树,外婆看那些树时总是面带微笑的。我不明白她为什么对这种长相丑陋的树感兴趣。 In memory, a lilac flower often gently, softly, past my cheek. I know, that is the grandmother’s neem tree is missing me. Grandmother in the countryside, where my childhood was spent, accompanied by me there is a black and gray ash Neem tree, grandmother always smiling when looking at the trees. I do not understand why she is interested in this ugly tree.