一转眼,樱桃又上市了。它们一颗颗橙红鲜亮、水灵饱满,盛放在水果摊上的圆簸箕里,满满的春意诱惑着过往的行人们。看到樱桃就让我想起了儿时的春天,故乡的坡地里最先成熟的野果应该就是樱桃了,记忆里的它们总是郁郁葱葱、鲜鲜亮亮。那时我们在野地里放牛放羊,女孩子们最喜欢将樱桃树碧绿的叶子采下来,用随手剥下的野苎麻扎成一个毽子,大家在草地上一边舞动着灵巧的身姿一边唱着童年的歌谣,仿佛一只只美丽的蝴蝶在阳光下翩飞。那种欢快的场面,至今还在我的脑海里鲜活如昨。樱桃成熟的时候,故乡江南已是深春,那时天 In a blink of an eye, the cherry is on the market again. They are brightly colored orange, full spirits, filled in the fruit stalls in the circle of dustpan, full of spring temptation past pedestrians. When I saw cherries, I was reminded of the children’s spring. The most mature wild fruits in the homeland slopes should be cherries. The memories are always lush and fresh. At that time we put cattle in the wild Sheep, the girls most like to cherry tree green leaves taken down, with the stripping of wild ramie tied into a prickly heat, we danced on the grass while wearing a smart posture singing Childhood songs, as if only a beautiful butterfly flying in the sun. That cheerful scene, still alive in my mind as of yesterday. When the cherry is ripe, hometown Jiangnan is deep spring, then days