老家的小院里有一棵春天开花的桃树,一棵秋天落果子的柿子树,屋后还有一株葡萄藤。夏天,爷爷用塑料袋把果子裹起来,怕被鸟雀啄坏了,他手里的果子就像襁褓里的婴儿一般娇弱。我和堂弟把脸贴在树枝上,嗅着半青半红的葡萄香气。太阳照耀着树木,在我们的脸上留下暖暖的温度。从没有想过,院子里的果树是谁在什么时候栽下的。只是知道从枝丫上摘下来的毛桃儿泡在盐水里好香甜,浓密的枝叶过滤了阳光,在盆中洒下细碎的光斑。奶奶把桃子擦干净了给我和弟弟,我们俩就蹲在树下看 Home yard has a small spring flowering peach tree, a fall persimmons fall fruit, there is a house behind the vines. In the summer, my grandfather wrapped the fruit in a plastic bag, fearing being pecked off by a bird, and the fruit in his hand was just like the baby in the grub. My cousin and my face stick on the branch, smelling the half-green and red grape flavor. The sun shines through the trees, leaving a warm warmth on our faces. Never thought of who the fruit trees in the yard planted at what time. Just knowing that the peach plucked from the branches is so sweet in salt water, the dense foliage filters the sun and sprinkles finely divided spots in the pots. Grandmother wipe the peaches clean to me and my brother, we both squatted under the tree to see