透过瓜藤的缕缕阳光,是女孩儿们的阵阵笑声;屋檐边摇曳的金银花,是她的哺哺细语;月光下破旧的木躺椅,是他温暖的依偎。在依稀的星空下,我隐约望见了梦中那故乡的老屋顶……瓜藤下的麻花辫四月的清晨,春天的气息伴着轻拂的微风飘到老屋顶上。春,来了。瓜藤的枝蔓随着竹竿拼命向上攀爬,时不时冒出翠绿的新蔓,瓜果的花儿还没绽放,那缠绕在藤蔓间的花骨朵恰似女孩儿们的微笑。“快啊,看谁先到!”大姐总喜欢打头阵,我却像个跟屁 Strands of melon through the sun is the girls burst of laughter; eaves swaying honeysuckle, is her feeding; moonlight shabby wooden lounge chair, is his warm snuggle. Under the faint starry sky, I vaguely saw the old roof of my hometown in my dreams ... The braids under the melon vine Early in April, the atmosphere of spring floated onto the old roof with a flick of a breeze. Spring, coming. Gu vine rattan branches with bamboo desperate climbing up, from time to time emerge green new vine, fruit flowers have not bloomed, then wrapped around the flower buds between the girls just like the smile. “Quick, see who is coming!” Sister always like to start the first battle, but I like a fart