操场上,那一排排白杨树,年代久远的,一棵,两棵,粗枝大叶的,覆盖着圆圆的大地。常常倚树而立,回味一灯如豆的往事。尤其夏天,一树绿荫,融化了淡淡的乡愁,便会使自己陶醉整个季节,一心流向美丽。从此,守望便成了一片相思,一种牵绊。学生如此,老师如此,我也如此,还有那世世代代的枣林儿女亦如此。人去了,心还在原地。靠着杨树,浅浅地想。圆圆的树顶,开始晾晒雨声的幽凉,高挂着远方儿郎的憔悴。 On the playground, the row of poplar, old, one, two, thick branches, covered with a round earth. Often rely on the tree standing, aftertaste of a lamp, such as beans in the past. Especially in summer, a tree shade melts a touch of nostalgia and will make oneself intoxicated throughout the season and flow to the beauty. Since then, the watch has become a lover of Acacia, a tie-in. Students so, the teacher so, as well as me, there are generations of jujube children as well. People go, heart still in place. Rely on the poplar, shallow to think. Round tree top, began to dry rain sound of the cool, hung far children Lang gaunt.