在乡下,一棵树是不会被人注意的,更不会对它产生浓厚的感情。但在灰蒙蒙的城市里,一棵树的价值就凸显出来了,就好比我窗外的这棵枇杷树,它若长在老家农村,或者是我生活在满目葱绿的乡村,它是绝对不会出现在我的笔端的。可现在,我对它已不再是表面意义上的喜爱了,而是有了一种深深的眷恋。也许是它的根扎进了我的心田里,也许是我的心嫁接在了它的枝干上。我觉得,假如没有这棵枇杷树,整座城市肯定会枯萎,虽然它的绿荫没有遮盖整座城市,虽然它的根系没有蔓延到城市的每 In the country, a tree will not be noticed, but will not have a strong feeling for it. But in a gray city, the value of a tree stands out, just like the loquat tree outside my window. If it grows in rural areas, or if I live in lush countryside, it will never Appears in my pen tip. But now, I no longer love it on the surface, but has a deep attachment. Maybe it’s rooted in my heart, perhaps my heart grafted on its branches. I think without the loquat tree, the whole city will definitely wither, although its shade does not cover the entire city, although its roots do not spread to the city every