“啪,啪,啪……”我漫无目的地翻着相册,看着逝去的岁月留下来的斑斑墨迹。忽然,我看见封皮背面的折角里,露出照片的一角,那是什么?我小心翼翼地取出那张照片。照片里是一间老屋,樱桃树,还有幼年的我。这老屋有一些岁数了,可以看见攀着爬山虎的一堵墙,墙边倚着水缸、竹梯,还有一棵樱桃树。樱桃树挺着盘虬卧龙般苍老的枝干,但仍是枝繁叶茂,枝头缀着透红的樱桃,香甜得诱人。我伸着一只稚嫩的小手,伸长了去 “Pop, pop, pop ...... ” I aimlessly turned the album, looking at the past years of stains left ink. Suddenly, I saw the corner on the back of the cover revealing the corner of the picture. What was it? I carefully removed the picture. Photo is an old house, cherry tree, there are young I. The old house has some age, you can see climbing a wall of ivy, the wall leaning against the water tank, bamboo ladder, there is a cherry tree. The cherry tree is very similar to the old Wolong branches, but it is still full of leafy branches with red cherries, sweet and inviting. I stretched out a tender little hand, stretched out