甜甜的、淡淡的,还是那份熟悉的味道。再一次回到故乡,我独自躺在一堆干柴草上,惬意地嗅着周围油菜花馥郁的香味。午后的阳光透过油菜花,柔和地洒满全身,我顿觉浑身舒适无比。曾几何时,每年春末,我们在这柔和的春光、浓郁的花香中一起追逐、嬉戏。我们有时还会把在春节时储存的鞭炮偷偷带出来,点了引子,扔向油菜花田地里,连续爆炸的响声,鞭炮的火药味,四处纷飞的油菜花,扑面而来。我们相视而笑,奔跑着、叫喊 Sweet, light, or share of the familiar taste. Returning to my hometown again, I lay alone on a pile of dry firewood, sniffing the scent of the rape around me. Afternoon sun through rape, gently sprinkle the body, I feel very comfortable. Once upon a time, in the spring of each spring, we chased and played together in this soft spring, rich florals. Sometimes we sometimes secretly bring out the firecrackers stored during the Spring Festival, point the prizes, throw them into the field of rape fields, the sound of continuous explosions, the smell of firecrackers, the rape blossoms everywhere, and they are blowing on their faces. We laugh and run, yelling