拥着十几年的岁月入睡,梦到深处就会有浅浅的月光泻进灵魂里,稀稀疏疏的几笔勾勒出家的回忆。小时候家境在村里是比较宽裕的那种,那时爸爸是村干部,爸爸的工作做得有模有样,我们的家更像是个小花园。我和哥哥弟弟在属于自己的“领地”内种满自己喜欢的东西,妈妈时常伺弄她的小菜园。我种的花儿一年四季姹紫 For ten years, I fell asleep and dreamed that there would be shallow moonlight rushing into the soul, sparsely drawing out memories of my family. When I was a child, my family was relatively affluent in the village. When my father was a village cadre, my father’s work was very similar and our home was more like a small garden. My brother and I planted our favorite things in our own “territory” and my mother always tried to serve her garden. The flowers I plant are all year round