说不准具体时间,好像是几年前吧,在这个城市花卉市场一条街的西南角,忽然就摆放出了一大片干树根。 这些树根奇形怪状,各不相同,哪怕是同一个树根,从不同的角度望去,也会有迥异的感受。它们或千叶红,或白玉兰,或灰麻椴,或黄栌柴,或紫棘榆……无不吸引了众多行人的目光。人们并不认识那个生养了这些树根的偏远小村,小村后面的那些群山,山上那片葱茂无边的森林。 Say no specific time, it seems a few years ago, in the southwest corner of the city Flower Market Street, suddenly put a large dry roots. These bark are bizarre and different, even from the same root, they can be viewed from different angles and have different feelings. They are either Chiba red, or Magnolia, or gray linden, or yellow civet fire, or purple spines elm ... ... all attracted the attention of many pedestrians. People do not know the remote village that gave birth to these roots, the mountains behind the village, the lush forests on the hills.