小时候住的老屋就在山脚下,山上长满了果树。白露一过,山上的各种野果子便开始成熟了。尤其是山楂,一旦熟透了,便纷纷掉落,深深浅浅的红色小球撒满半个山坡。于是,捡山楂便成了我童年最期待的事情。天刚蒙蒙亮,我便早早起床,挎上母亲给我编的小竹篮,沿着长长的田埂往山上走。早秋的清晨,路两边的野 The old house of a child lived at the foot of the mountain, the hill covered with fruit trees. White dew once, all kinds of wild fruit on the mountain began to mature. Especially hawthorn, once cooked, they have fallen, deep shallow red ball sprinkled half a hillside. So, picking up hawthorn has become the most anticipated thing of my childhood. When the weather was dawning, I got up early and put my little bamboo baskets, which my mother gave me, and went down the long fields to the mountains. Early autumn morning, the road on both sides of the wild