我家院子里有棵槐树。小时候,奶奶总爱在槐树下给我讲故事。印象最深的是四月槐花飘香的时节,微风吹过,槐树翠绿的枝条与流云共舞,空气中氤氲着清新淡雅的芳香。奶奶和我坐在树下,她拿出一本故事书,以流畅轻柔的语调给我讲述或紧张或有趣或悲伤的故事。我靠在奶奶的大腿上,微微仰头,侧着耳朵,嗅着槐花的清香,环游在童话王国与寓言世界里。奶奶则总是带着微笑,用手抚着我的肩,温柔地看 There is a locust tree in my yard. As a child, my grandmother always loved to tell stories under the tree. Impressed most is the April fragrance of Sophora japonica season, the breeze blowing, green branches of Sophora japonica dance with the clouds, fresh and elegant aroma in the air. Grandma and I sat under the tree, she took out a story book, in a smooth, gentle tone to tell me story or nervous or interesting or sad story. I leaned on my grandmother’s thigh, looked up slightly, covered my ears, and smelt the fragrance of Sophora japonica, traveling in the fairy tale Kingdom and the fable world. Grandma always with a smile, hand caress my shoulder, gently look