三月间,香椿树的枝头刚刚长出一簇簇火炬似的香椿芽,我的内心就柔软起来,尘封的记忆随之苏醒了。对于香椿的最初记忆来自我的姥姥。姥姥离世有二十几个年头了,我常常想起她,经常梦见姥姥慈祥的笑容,却从没有写过半点有关姥姥的文字。在我的印象中,姥姥身材瘦小,裹着一双小脚。别看她弱小,却托起家里的一片天:姥爷在离家百里的外县上班,很少回 In March, the toon tree branches just grow clusters of torches like toon buds, my heart is soft, dusty memories wake up. The first memory of toon comes from my grandmother. Grandmother passed away for more than two decades, I often think of her, often dreamed of grandmother kind smile, but never wrote the slightest text about grandmother. In my impression, the grandma is thin and has a pair of feet. Do not look at her weak, but picked up a day at home: my grandfather in the county away from home miles to work, rarely back