轻风拂面,带着一丝淡淡的幽香,恍惚之间,便在心底溢满了温暖。这种温暖唤作思念。我喜爱春天的轻风,因为它使我想起了你。你牵着我的小手走在一望无际的绿田中,一阵轻风拂过,你对我说,等秋天到了,麦子便可丰收了。我握紧了你的手说:“奶奶,等到了秋天,你带我来割麦子,好吗?”你俯下了身子把我抱了起来,说:“等到了秋天,奶奶一定带着 Breeze breeze, with a touch of faint fragrance, between trance, then overflowing with warmth in my heart. This warm call for thought. I like the breeze of spring because it reminds me of you. You took my little hand to walk in the endless fields of green fields, a breeze blowing, you said to me, so fall, the harvest of wheat can be. I clenched your hand and said: ”Grandma, until autumn, you take me to cut the wheat, okay?“ ”You bent over and hugged me and said:" In the fall, Grandma must be With