那是我曾经最留恋的声音,也是我记忆最深处的声音。风吹过。梧桐叶沙沙作响,仿如低声絮语。我的家:梧桐街29号。我:田语桐——题记一秋风中,妈妈腆着大大的肚子,与爸爸挽着手,走在落叶飘零的梧桐街上,满脸喜悦与甜蜜。“过几天孩子就要 That was the last nostalgic voice I ever had and the deepest voice in my memory. The wind blows. Indus leaves rustle, like a whisper. My home: Sycamore Street on the 29th. I: Tianyu Tong - inscription a autumn wind, my mother was a big belly, holding hands with my dad, walking in the fallen Indus street, his face full of joy and sweet. ”A few days the child will want