腊梅又开了,一簇一簇的,拥挤着,幽雅地随风摆动,光秃秃的枝干更加映衬出了黄灿灿的花瓣。在这美丽温馨的景色下,我和太奶奶编织过许多美好的故事。每逢深秋,阳光透过枝干间的空隙,照射到树下躺在竹藤摇椅上的太奶奶身上。风,一阵儿吹过一阵儿,轻柔的腊梅像一个身着白纱的天使,飘然而下,落到我的手上,鼻子凑去轻轻一嗅,那香,简直令人 Lamei opened again, a cluster of clusters, crowded, gracefully swinging the wind, bare branches more silhouetted Huang Cancan petals. In this beautiful and warm scenery, I and Grandma weave many beautiful stories. Every late autumn, the sun shines through the gap between the branches and shines on the grandmother lying on the rocking chair of bamboo and rattan. Wind, while blowing a while child, gentle Lamai like an angel dressed in white gauze, floating down, fell on my hand, sniffed gently nose, the incense, it is simply