我是一棵驻扎在塔克拉玛干大沙漠上的胡杨树。我脚下这片贫瘠的沙漠便是我的父母,每当我俯身亲吻他们那张沧桑的面庞时,一种深深的怜悯与心疼之情便会油然而生。他们历尽岁月的沧桑,一生到死都是沙迹斑斑。黄沙将他们的面庞遮住了,再没有洗净过。听父母说,我是他们“捡”来的孩子,并非他们的亲生骨肉。据父母回忆说,我原 I am a poplar tree stationed in the desert of Taklamakan. The barren desert under my feet was my parents. When I leaned over and kissed their vicissitudes of life, a deep sense of compassion and distress came to an end. They have experienced the vicissitudes of life, and their lives and death are all smeared. Yellow sand concealed their faces and never washed them. Listen to my parents saying that I am the child they “hush” and not their own biological. According to my parents’ memories, I was originally