The spring rain moistens things silently, and the slender young leaves of willow trees are inadvertently covered with green branches. The elm tree covered with spores the day before yesterday is now full of green elm flowers, small elm flowers and faint fragrance, and my thoughts have drifted back to that childhood.,,,,,, < P > My childhood was indispensable to my grandmother's company. Because my parents were busy with work, I was sojourned in my grandmother's house. Even though I was full of sadness for my parents, my days in my grandmother's house were unforgettable and pleasant.

My grandmother is like a gourmet. She always tries her best to prepare every meal for me. Even though living in the countryside is not so elegant and rich, it makes me feel the sweet taste in this faint day.

Every early spring, there are few cabbages and potatoes left in winter. Looking at the trees full of green flowers of elm, my grandmother always tells me that elm steamed with cornmeal is delicious, and I seem to see new hope from my grandmother's eager eyes.

So, every day after school, my grandmother and I went to the elm forest near the field with a small basket. We picked some tall elms, rode on the branches, smoothed the big and fat elm flowers, filled the baskets, put them in the sleeves of our clothes, and then ate a full stomach before slipping slowly under the trees.

The green grass in the forest is full of dandelion yellow flowers, which look like miniature sunflowers. We picked a large handful, and grandma was very clever. She knitted a ring with a wicker and tied flowers on the ring with thread, and made a beautiful yellow garland. Then grandma hung it around my neck and imagined herself as a beautiful princess, running wildly in the Woods beautifully dressed. When the sunset came, my grandmother and I were reluctant to leave.

When I got home, my grandmother started to boil water. When the water boiled, she put our smoothed elm flowers into the boiling water. After a while, she filled a big basin with steamed elm flowers and served them on the table. Steaming elm with corn flour exudes a strong aroma, which makes people drool.

Grandma took out the sugar syrup boiled with beets and radishes in winter, and put it in my bowl. The sweet elm money felt as sweet as honey, and there was a little sweet joy between my teeth, and I also felt my grandmother's warm love in my heart. Now many years have passed, and it still warms me like spring to think of these distant past events. Those fragrant elm flowers, in those faint spring days, were reconciled by my grandmother with love, which made me spend a happy childhood.

elm flowers, like a string of velvet green intestines, are tender and attractive, swaying gently on the branches, as if waiting for me to pick them. I wander silently in the elm forest, pursuing my childhood footprints and recalling those innocent times.

Yulin has grown into an impenetrable forest, and I don't know if there are any children like us who come to save money. I am anxious to find it. In the quiet Woods, except for a few birdsongs, only the rustling sound of the wind passing through the Woods is like rain.

fragrant elm flower! You left me a sweet memory. Every time the elm flowers are full of branches, I will walk into that elm forest, let warm memories ripple on the branches of elm trees, fly with birds, stroke a handful of sweet elm flowers, taste them carefully one by one, and let the smiles crawl all over my cheeks. It really seems that we are back to that innocent childhood, and our laughter is also floating in the elm forest. The green grass on the ground is smiling, as if welcoming long-lost old friends, swaying and dancing gently.

the tiny sunlight in the forest shed mottled shadows. The wind gently shook his fingers and waved to me. The faint scent of elm money, with the wind gently in the air, smelling this familiar smell, I seem to feel a lot younger mentally and physically, and my mood is as happy and excited as a child. The branches tugged at my clothes affectionately, and the green flowers of Yucai made me unable to help but taste its sweetness.

faint days, sweet taste; Fragrant happiness, fragrant love,,,