初春,每当大地无处不在透出春意的时候,我总是挂念着山上的那棵老树。 那棵孤零的老树常年四季总是默默地矗立山巅。面对春风绿意,它毫不动色,那怕只是一点点,它那饱经沧桑满是皱纹的老皮坦露着,挺拔干枯的树枝直指天穹。微风吹来,它高举双臂在胸前比划着“十”字,祈求上帝为脚下的人类释罪。它的血液将要凝滞,生命的火花开始消失。刚刚过去的严冬使风烛残年 In early spring, whenever the earth is springing up everywhere, I always miss the old tree in the mountains. That solitary old tree always stands silently in all seasons. In the face of spring greenness, it is undiminished, even if only a little bit, it is full of vicissitudes wrinkled old skin Tan said, straight and dry branches pointing to the sky. Breeze blowing, it held high his arms in front of the gestures of “ten” words, pray for God to release the human footprints. Its blood is going to stagnate and the spark of life begins to disappear. The harsh winter has just passed away