寒风一阵比一阵紧,坐在靠窗的一排座位,不知什么时候偶然间转头,发现窗外几米处有棵柿子树。说它是柿子树,那是因为它的干枝上挂着三两个熟透的柿子,火红火红的,特别显眼。除此之外,它再也找不出柿子树的第二特征。这棵柿子树很高,大约二十多米,叶子早已落尽,干枯的枝干无力的伸着,树干上每一道疤痕似乎都记述了它经历的沧桑。无数的落叶聚在树脚下,阵阵风吹过,它们蝶般 The cold wind was tighter than a while, sitting in a row of seats by the window, I do not know when to turn around and found a persimmon tree a few meters outside the window. Say it is a persimmon tree. That’s because it has three or two ripe persimmons on its dry branches. It is fiery and red, especially conspicuous. In addition, it can no longer find the second feature of persimmon trees. The persimmon tree is very tall, about twenty meters long. The leaves have already been dried up. The dried branches are unable to reach out. Every scar on the trunk seems to describe the vicissitudes it experienced. Numerous fallen leaves gathered at the foot of the tree and bursts of wind blew through them.