外公家的后花园,没有姹紫嫣红的花草,也没有硕果累累的果树,只是用水泥铺成了一片。只有少数的草、苔藓、花,静静地长在墙角的缝隙中。记忆最深的是晒麦子时候,后园里铺满了麦子,金黄色的一片,在阳光的照射下,远远望去像是闪烁的金子。拿起扫把,想怎么玩就怎么玩。可以把麦子当“垃圾”扫走,可以一脚踢开一片麦子,在空中划出一道弧线,可以把麦子当成天然画布,画出任意图案。 Foreign public garden, there is no colorful flowers, fruit trees are not fruitful, but paved with cement. Only a small number of grass, moss, flowers, quietly grow in the cracks in the corner. The deepest memory is the sun when the wheat, the garden after the park covered with wheat, golden one, in the sunlight, from afar looks like a flash of gold. Pick up the broom, how to play on how to play. The wheat can be swept away as “garbage ”, you can kick a piece of wheat, draw an arc in the air, the wheat can be used as a natural canvas, draw any pattern.