过去,我们的城市还不是高楼林立的时候,在我家不远的地方,有一棵高大粗壮的老树。谁也不知道这树有多老了,谁也不知道这棵树是谁种下的,就连隔壁的老阿婆也讲不出个所以然来。春天,老树发芽要比一般的树晚,有一年快到夏天了才抽出新叶来。每当沉闷、寒冷的冬天过去,明媚的阳光普照大地时,人们总喜欢把冬天盖的厚厚的棉被晒在够得着的树枝上,或是倚着树干支起架子,晒棉衣、皮袄什么的。我们这一群小孩也卸去了笨重的冬装,开始释放一冬积聚的力量。我们一个个穿梭在棉被之中,你追我赶,玩得不亦乐乎,时常会把大人们辛苦 In the past, when our city was not a tall building, there was a tall, stout old tree not far from my home. No one knows how old this tree is. No one knows who is planting this tree. Even the old lady next door can’t tell you why. In spring, the old tree sprouted later than the average tree, and it was only one year before summer. Every time when a dull, cold winter has passed and the bright sunshine shines on the earth, people always like to coat the thick quilts covered in winter on the branches that they can reach, or leaning on the trunk to support the shelves, drying the cotton-padded clothes and leather. What is it? Our group of children also unloaded bulky winter clothes and began to release the power of a winter accumulation. We shuttle through the quilts one by one. You chase after me and have fun. We often work hard for adults.