没人在乎树我每天经过北京一条很脏乱的路,路边生长了半个世纪的缸口粗的大杨树,被摊贩们使用各种阴招儿,烟熏火燎、开水浇根、铁钉穿心,以期早死,然后名正言顺伐之。没人在乎那些树。大树的皮不知被谁剥了(中国的许多树都被从底下往上剥了皮,这是一种很奇怪的现象,没有深仇大恨,不会为之),光溜溜一直到树顶,露着密密麻麻的虫洞和黑斑,所剩不多充满病容的干叶在风中抖动。它们还活着,在它们曾经爱的空气和土地中苟延残喘。在市郊、在小乡镇、几乎在任何街头巷尾常可以看到这样的情景:路边新树桩像树坟一样通向远方,农民开着黑烟突突车,运着残枝——中国人似乎真的跟树有仇,大家平常都憋着劲,为一纸法令所束,一旦有一个理由,就如破 No one cares about the tree Every day after a very dirty road in Beijing, the roadside growth of half a century of rough thick poplar, the street vendors were using a variety of Yinchu children, smoke, boiling water roots, Nails through the heart, with a view to premature death, and then the name is exactly the same cut. Nobody cares about those trees. The peel of the tree does not know who was stripped of it (many of China’s trees were peeled up from the bottom, which is a very strange phenomenon, without hatred, it would not), bare until the tree top, dew With dense wormholes and dark spots, the remaining dry leafy leaves are shaking in the wind. They are still alive, lingering in the air and land they used to love. In the suburbs, in the small towns and villages, the scene can be seen in almost any street: the new tree-stumps on the roadside lead to the distant places like tree graves, the peasants drive the black car and carry the broken branches - the Chinese seem to be really There are enemies with the tree, we usually simmering, bundled for a piece of paper ordinance, once there is a reason, just as broken