我读小学二年级的时候,中秋过后,同桌小弦子家的木樨花开了。那是我们村里最好的一树木樨。无数金色的花瓣,一簇簇骑在枝桠上,仿佛是一群群由阳光铸造的小人,正在绿叶间嬉戏玩耍。我们班,谁都想将那些阳光小人抓一把下来,握在手中,让木樨花香一路流淌,一直淌进我们的教室,然后把这些阳光小人放在莲老师的讲台上,让莲老师那 When I was a sophomore in primary school, after the Mid-Autumn Festival, the clogs at the same table of small string children bloomed. That is the best tree in our village. Numerous golden petals, a bunch of riding on the branches, as if a group of villain casting by the sun, are playing in the green leaves. In our class, no one wants to grab those sunshine villain in one hand and hold them in hand so that the incense sticks can flow all the way to our classrooms, and then put these sunshine villain on the rostrum of the teacher Lin, that