花开四月,满园春色。大清早起床,就有一股甜丝、香醇的味道飘满房间。我打开房门抬头望。哎哟,原来是我家的梧桐树开花了。在我家大门口左侧有一棵两怀抱粗的梧桐树,一年四季在她的枝杈下都会卧着一条长凳,油光锃亮,如一卫士般守护着这棵花香飘溢的大树。说起这棵梧桐树,不得不说我的爷爷奶奶。在我的记忆里,这棵梧桐树比爷爷奶奶还要老,因为在 Blossoming in April, full of spring garden. Get up early in the morning, there is a sweet wire, mellow taste floating in the room. I opened the door and looked up. Ouch, the original is my hometown plane trees flowering. On the left side of my gate there is a two-arm thick sycamore tree, and under her twigs all year round there is a bench lying shining like a guards guarding the flowery tree. Speaking of this sycamore tree, have to say my grandparents. In my memory, this sycamore tree is older than grandparents because of it