我的耳边满是梧桐的絮语,“沙沙,沙沙……”庭院里的梧桐好像看到了我关注它的目光。它的枝干道劲有力,蜿蜒着伸向天空。梧桐的样子很普通,它没有桃花的娇艳,更谈不上莲的清雅,就连香樟,大街小巷顽强生长的香樟也比它好看得多。这样平凡的梧桐,为什么将它种在我家的庭院里啊?我很疑惑。我疑惑地走向它,走近它。晴空下的梧桐竟露出一丝温柔,它的叶片被流淌的阳光包裹着,闪耀着金色的光泽。看着它自信的模样,我叹着气说:“这样也好。”只要它自己认为是独特的,何必在意其他人的眼光。我佩服 My ears are full of Indus language, “rustling, rustling ... ...” Sycamore in the courtyard seems to have seen my attention to it. Its branches are powerful, meandering to the sky. Sycamore looks very ordinary, it does not peach tender, not to mention the elegance of lotus, and even camphor camphor, camphor growth in the streets than it is much better. This ordinary sycamore, why planted it in my courtyard? I am puzzled. I walked toward it in doubt and approached it. Indus under the clear sky actually revealed a trace of gentle, its leaves are flowing sunshine wrapped, shining with golden luster. As I watched as confident as I was, I sighed: “That’s all.” "As long as it thinks it’s unique, why care about what other people think. I admire