乡下奶奶家有一片小柿林。篮球场大小的土地里,长着十几棵粗壮笔直、叶肥果圆的柿子树。这里是我儿时嬉戏的场所,是我成长中的乐园。春天,我缠着奶奶种下一批小树苗。奶奶用铁锹挖着松软潮湿的泥土,我在一旁也忍不住用手刨着泥土助阵,一阵夹杂着草根香的泥土气息扑鼻而来,我贪婪地吸了一大口。栽下树苗,填上肥料,浇好水,我心里期盼着小树快 Country grandmother home has a small persimmon. The size of the basketball court in the land, with more than a dozen straight, leafy fruit persimmon tree. Here is my childhood play place, is my growing paradise. In the spring, I am pestering my grandmother to plant some small saplings. Grandmother dug soft, damp soil with a shovel, and I could not help but plow it with my hands on the side of the earth. A gulp of snagged aroma of grassy soil came in my mouth. Saplings planted, fill in fertilizer, pour water, my heart is looking forward to the tree fast