和树生在一起的时候,他总是提他的村子。他说村里的房子都是用木头搭建的,年代久远黑漆漆的木头甚至会生出几多蘑菇来。石板路从村里一直延伸到山里的泉边,夏天光着脚走在冰凉湿滑的石板路上就像喝了泉水一样舒坦。吃过晚饭,乡亲们都聚到村里的老榕树下,听村小学的邴老师给大家讲山外面的故事。而他和一帮淘得能上天的小子三下两下就蹿上了树丫,一边听树下邴老师的故事,一边瞪着眼睛看星星…… When he was born with the tree, he always mentioned his village. He said that the houses in the village were built of wood, and the number of mushrooms that even black lacquered trees could produce in old age. The stone road stretches from the village to the spring edge of the mountain. Walking barefoot on the cold, slippery stone road in summer is as comfortable as drinking spring water. After dinner, folks are gathered under the old banyan tree in the village, listening to the teacher of village elementary school to tell the story outside the mountain. And he and a group of Amoy Amoy to the gods come on and on the trees, while listening to the teacher under the tree story, staring at the stars ...