“小吴村的老槐树死了!”前些日子回老家,小时候的玩伴小龙告诉我。“老了?死了?”我疑惑自己的耳朵没听清楚。“可能是老死的,具体原因我也不清楚。”小龙心里也是很难过。那棵老槐可不是一棵普通的树,它浓缩了我童年时代一段艰辛而又欢乐的时光。它的存在,对于我就是一种温馨的回忆,一种久远的找回。在我的心中,它是一处永远的绿洲。我每次回老家,总喜欢登上高高的河堤,一直走到河流的拐弯处,远眺那隐隐的犹在 “Small Kakamura old tree dead! ” A few days ago back home, a childrens playmate dragons told me. “Old? Dead? ” I wondered my ears did not hear clearly. “May be old, I do not know the specific reasons.” "Dragons heart is sad. That old acacia is not an ordinary tree, it condensed my childhood a period of hard and happy time. Its existence, to me is a warm memory, a long-term recovery. It is an oasis in my heart forever. Every time I return home, I always like to boarded the high embankment, has come to the bend of the river, overlooking the faint still