我想起远方的一棵树。那棵树一直长在我的记忆中，从来就没有倾斜过，无论时光多么流逝，或者凄风苦雨，它一直沉默着，不想说一句话。有什么好说的呢！沉默的方式也表示了一种存在，这种存在往往让我们能够真正地进入历史的腹地，真正地聆听到历史的声音。南方的冬天窗外是绿 I think of a tree in the distance. The tree has been long in my memory, never tilted past, no matter how time goes by, or sad, it has been silent, do not want to say a word. What to say! The silent way also expresses a kind of existence, which often allows us to really enter the hinterland of history and truly listen to the voices of history. South winter window is green