母亲爱养花,最爱紫藤萝。从我记事起,那株紫藤萝就攀着院子里那棵柿子树,整日对着太阳,在院子里投下斑驳的影子。有时,妈妈会搂着我坐在椅子上,给我讲美丽的故事和传说。那时,天上的繁星是妈妈为我精心编织的童年,而紫藤萝架下的蝈鸣蝉叫就化为最美好的记忆。 Mother love to raise flowers, favorite Wisteria radish. From my note, the Wisteria Rose climbed the persimmon tree in the yard, facing the sun all day, cast a mottled shadow in the yard. Sometimes, my mother would hug me in a chair and tell me beautiful stories and legends. At that time, the stars in the sky were the mothers carefully woven by my mother, and the cicadas beneath the wisteria stand became the most beautiful memories.