爷爷、奶奶住在乡下,小时候他们带过我,所以那儿可以说是我的故乡。在我的记忆中,故乡是一个美丽的地方,有一望无际的田园,有离奇的传说,还有那甘甜、清洌的井水……记得小时候,我们住的地方靠近一个池塘。池塘边有一片稀疏的小树林,树是我们家栽的。不知是什么时候,里面长了一棵野果树,大概是鸟儿衔来的种子掉到地上长出来的吧!虽然我不知道它叫什么名字。 Grandpa and grandma lived in the countryside. When they were small, they took me, so there can be said to be my hometown. In my memory, the hometown is a beautiful place with an endless pastoral scene, bizarre legends, and the sweet, clear wells and waters... I remember when I was young, we lived near a pond. There is a sparse grove near the pond. The tree is planted in our family. I do not know when, there was a wild fruit tree inside, probably the seeds of the bird’s title fell to the ground to grow it! Although I do not know what it is called.