少时,每年秋天,姥姥工作的医院会发给每个员工一筐国光苹果。这一筐国光苹果,多半都进了我的馋嘴。那些上学回来的午后,独自一人在屋中看书,苹果筐放在床下,实在没有办法拒绝它们。那带着些白霜的、青中挂淡红的光滑表面,光是拿着就爱不释手。咬下去脆而酸甜,喜欢那味道,也喜欢那口感,从此也永远把它们与一种清爽清明的秋的记忆联系起来。到了西方,苹果的品种数不过来,却一直没有找到与国光苹果同样的品种。最近似的应该是 granny Little when, every fall, the grandmother’s hospital will be issued to each employee a basket of Guoguang Apple. This basket of state apple, mostly into my gluttonous. Those afternoon back to school alone reading in the house, the apple basket on the bed, there is no way to refuse them. That with some hoar frost, green hanging red smooth surface, just holding it put it down. Bite it sweet and sour, like the taste, like the taste, and forever they will be a kind of fresh and clear autumn memories linked. In the west, however, the number of varieties of apples has not yet reached the same level as that of Guoguang Apple. The most similar should be granny