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休息之余,闲来无事,到郊外散心,偶见路边的几棵花椒树上挂着一朵一朵的花椒,颜色已变成大红色,有的已经张开口,黑黑的小脑袋从里边探出来,半遮半漏,像极了害羞的大姑娘,朝着路人微笑;有的好像是即将远行的游子不舍离开慈母的怀抱,在静静地诉说着惜别之情。我知道,花椒采摘的季节已经到了。看着那些火红的花椒树,记忆的大门瞬间打开,我的整颗心就像决堤的洪水,泛滥到童年,眼前浮现的尽是儿时的故乡、故乡的花椒、摘花椒的场景和童年的点点滴滴。
Rest, nothing else, to the suburbs, and occasionally see the roadside tree peppers hanging on a few flowers, the color has become a big red, and some have opened their mouth, dark little head Out from the inside out, half-covered, like a very shy girl, smiling toward the passers-by; some seems to be away from the arms of the departing mothers leave, quietly tell the farewell. I know that the season of pepper picking has come. Looked at those red pepper tree, the door of the moment opened, my whole heart is like a burst of floods, flooding into childhood, eyes emerge as a child’s hometown, hometown of pepper, pick pepper scene and childhood Bit by bit.