童年的记忆是院中的那棵枣树,遮挡住夏日炙热的阳光。奶奶手摇蒲扇,为树下的我们驱赶着炎热和蚊虫。我伏在桌上做功课,听着树上的蝉鸣,心里却异常安静。打枣的日子,我和姐姐缩在屋里,听着房顶上“噼里啪啦”落冰雹似的响声,舔着 The memory of childhood was the jujube tree in the courtyard, blocking the hot summer sun. The grandmother handed the poplar fan and drove hot and mosquitoes under the tree. I volunteered at my desk to do my homework and listened to the buzzing in the trees. My heart was very quiet. On the day of the date, my sister and I retracted in the room and listened to the sound of falling on the roof of the house.