多年来,走南闯北,见过不少的树。然而,唯有对槐树有着一种难忘的情结。因此,一见到槐树,便又会情不自禁地想起故乡滇西凤羽街上,那棵不时地让我感到亲切,而又隐隐生痛的那棵老槐树。在我的记忆中,故乡那棵拔地而起,又高又坚实的老槐树就有二、三人合抱那么粗了。虽然它身上有刀斧砍过的痕迹,但丝毫也没有影响到它抽枝长叶。它粗壮的枝桠像一把巨伞似的在天空撑开,托起一片蓝天,给人一种傲立苍穹的气魄。它成了被村子包围起来的一座森林,一个独特的世界。每当傍晚或饭后,三五成群的乡亲不约而同地聚集在老槐树下,乘凉聊天。年长者讲述着村 Over the years, going south and seeing many trees. However, only the Ash tree has an unforgettable complex. Therefore, a see Ash tree, they will then can not help but think of his hometown West Fung Yu Street, that tree from time to time make me feel warm, but faint and painful old tree. In my memory, the hometown of whereabouts, high and solid old locust tree there are two, three people hold so thick. Although it has a knife ax cut through the mark, but did not affect it in the twigs and leaves. Its sturdy branches like a giant umbrella like propped up in the sky, hold up a blue sky, giving a proud courage of the boldness of the sky. It became a forest surrounded by the village, a unique world. Whenever evening or after dinner, thirty-five flocks of folks spontaneously gathered under the old tree, cool chat. The elderly tell the village