我们家乡的春天是很短暂的,就像小波子和我们一起度过的时光一样。小波子是我的叔叔,三十一岁,没有女朋友。亲戚们总是触碰他的伤口,他却毫不在意。那年春天,他来探望我们一家,来时捧了一束野花,繁繁点点,甚有春天的气息。他虽然不太好看,但脸上总挂着笑容,使人的心都灿烂起来。那天,春光明媚,我和妹妹突发奇想要登山,去看前年在山坡上看到的羊儿。六岁的弟弟也喊着要跟来,小波子不放 The spring in our hometown is short, just like the time we spent with the wavelet. Child is my uncle, thirty-one years old, no girlfriend. Relatives always touch his wound, but he did not mind. In the spring of that year, he came to visit our family and brought a bouquet of wildflowers to them. Although he is not very good-looking, his face always has a smile on his face, making people’s heart bright. That day, the spring was bright, my sister and I suddenly want to mountaineering, to see the sheep that year ago saw on the hillside. Six-year-old brother also shouted to follow, the wavelet