在我的老家,有满园子的板栗树,走在树下,可以闻到阵阵板栗的清香。板栗树上,一个个熟透的板栗像一个个圆锥形的小陀螺,又似一只只淡绿色的小刺猬蜷缩成一团挂在树上。那时外婆便会停下手中的活儿,一只手挎着一个小篮子,一只手牵着我走进园子,拿起树旁的竹竿,从树上“啪嗒啪嗒”地打下板栗,我就在树下跳着、跑着、笑着。等我玩够了、摘够了后,外婆会重新挎上篮子,牵着我回家。然后,她剥去板栗的刺,板 In my hometown, there is the chestnut tree full of the garden, walking under the tree, you can smell the fragrant chestnut. Chestnut trees, chestnuts one by one like a cone-shaped small top, but also like a light green hedgehog curled up into a ball hanging on the tree. At that time my grandmother will stop her hands, a hand carrying a small basket, a hand holding me into the garden, picked up the tree near the bamboo pole, from the tree “flip-flop” to Chestnut, I am jumping under the tree, running, laughing. When I play enough, pick enough, the grandmother will be back on the basket, holding me home. Then she stripped the chestnut’s thorn and board