楼前的树:你好!你那样沉默地站在我们楼前。你用着祖祖辈辈传下来的名字——树,如果再说得具体一些,那么就是杨树——白毛杨。你从来不说一句话。风来了,雨来了,你的叶打湿了、飘零了;顽皮的孩子来了,你的枝折断了、掉落了;但春风来了,你又长出了新的叶、新的芽。你总是那么生机盎然地活着,挺立在我家楼前。我曾经想,即使这儿人去楼空,你还会在这里立着。你的 Tree in front of the building: Hello! You stand in front of us in silence. You use the name passed down from generation to generation - tree, if you say something more specific, then is the poplar - white hairy. You never say a word. The wind is coming, the rain is coming, your leaves are damp, drifting away; the naughty child is coming, your branches are broken, falling; but when the spring breeze comes, you grow new leaves, new bud. You are always alive so vibrant, standing in front of my house. I used to think that even if people here go empty, you will still stand here. your