自从我懂事起,爸爸的手就不曾离开过我,它牵着我走过一个又一个春夏秋冬。春天,爸爸一手牵着我,一手拿着树苗,带我到小山上种树,并语重心长地对我说:“舒华,你知不知道这座小山为什么一棵树都没有?那是因为一些无知的人为了一己之利,将它 Since I was a sensible one, my father's hand never left me. It led me through one seasons after another. In the spring, my father took me in one hand and took the sapling in one hand and took me to the hill to plant the tree and spoke with solemn intentions to me: ”Shu Hua, do you know why this tree does not have a tree? That is because Some ignorant people, for their own benefit, will it