亲爱的梧桐 :你还好吗 ?咱们院里的梧桐树又开花啦 ,朦朦胧胧一片紫色的雾 ,望着它 ,蛰伏在我记忆深处的往事便又历历在目。那是你 ,梧桐 ,我幼时最亲密的伙伴 ,情不自禁地 ,我提笔给你写一封信。梧桐 ,你还记得我们在梧桐树下玩耍的情景吗 ?那时 ,院子里的梧桐开花了 ,深深浅 Dear Indus: How are you? The trees in our courtyard have blossomed again, and we see a purple mist. Looking at it, the memories that lie deep in my memory are vivid again. That is you, Wu Tong, my closest partner when I was young. I can’t help but write a letter to you. Do you still remember the scene where we played under the parasol trees? At that time, the sycamores in the yard blossomed and were shallow and shallow.