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每次路过团场的老屋,虽然已经出售给他人,还是想去看看,最喜欢的去处便是小菜园。那里有母亲熟悉的身影,有我们兄妹四人儿时快乐的踪影追寻,菜园内一茬一茬的果蔬伴着我们慢慢长大,母亲默默变老。小菜园是老平房院内的三分地,在母亲的精心拾掇下日益肥腴。春日一到,园子似乎于春风的轻抚下苏醒过来,泥土解冻,小草蹿高了。母亲像听到某种召唤,每天下班后,准时准点地扛上铁锹、钉耙、锄头来到菜园,翻土、打垄、锄草、施
Every time passing the old house in the market, although it has been sold to others, still want to see, favorite place to go is a small garden. Where there is a familiar figure of the mother, there are four sons and daughters of our childhood happy trace of the pursuit, crop stubble in the stubble of fruits and vegetables grow up with us, my mother quietly grow old. Small garden is the old cottage one-third of the yard, in the mother’s carefully picked up increasingly fat. As soon as spring comes, the garden seems to wake up with the spring strokes, and the soil is thawed and the grass is high. Mother heard a call, after work every day, on time punctual carry carry spikes, rakes, hoes came to the garden, soil, play ridge, weeding, Shi