我走在樱花大道上。樱花大道,这个名字并不被许多人认同,人们记得的,是类似于“人民路”这样的名字。我喜欢这条大道,道路两旁种着樱花,叫它樱花大道,明了却不简单。道路两旁各有一排我再熟悉不过的樱花树,每隔几株树,还长着一株女贞或香樟。我无数次从树下走过,抚摸它们的枝桠。然而,普通的日子分不出它们的美好。从前,我的眼里只有盛开的樱花树。在它们的节日里,一大簇一大簇的粉色花朵从那一丛丛的绿意中溢出,同奶奶每日熬的米粥一般,滚锅时,锅盖被乳白的汁水一次次顶开,香醇的米汤从缝隙溢出,一团黏稠的汁液散发出的香气,芳香了一个个早晨。那时的樱花大道也是这样,一条宽敞的马路被樱花的嫣红挤满,熟透的粉红花苞在每个忙乱的清晨,顺着时间的缝隙溢入我的生活,一年年,蹬着哼哼叽叽的老车从花树下匆忙而过,总能从那一捧捧的红中看见未来的美好。 I walk in the cherry Avenue. Sakura Avenue, the name is not recognized by many people, people remember, is similar to “People’s Road ” such a name. I like this road, with cherry blossoms on both sides of the road, call it Sakura Boulevard, it is not easy to understand. Each side of the road has a row of I am familiar with the cherry tree, every few trees, but also grow a virginity or camphor. I passed the tree countless times, stroking their branches. However, ordinary days can not tell their beauty. Once upon a time, there was only a blossoming cherry tree in my eyes. In their festivals, a large cluster of large clusters of pink flowers overflowing from the green of that clump, with grandmother boiled rice porridge in general, when the pan, the lid was milky white juice topping top , Mellow rice soup overflow from the gap, a mass of sticky juice exudes aroma, fragrant one morning. At that time, the Cherry Blossom Boulevard is the same, a spacious road is filled with bright red cherry, ripe pink flower buds in every fussy morning, along the gap of time overflow into my life, year by year, Deng He hum Jiji’s old car hurriedly passed under the flower tree, and always can see the beautiful future from the red one.