在我家的后院，有一株枣树。她扎根于我的记忆，蓬勃于瘠薄的壤土。她饱纳多年的风雨，显示生命的古朴。当小溪流淌出绿色之韵，蜜蜂争相为桃花祝福。当迎春花张开希望的小伞，融融春意在大地上驻足，她不与群芳争媚，不艳羡河边的嫩柳，让执着的心在春阳抚慰下，于瘠薄、... In my backyard, there is a date tree. She is rooted in my memory, thriving in barren loam. She sat for many years of wind and rain, showing the simplicity of life. When the creek flows out of green rhyme, bees rush to peach blessing. When spring flowers open the hope of the umbrella, melt the spring to stop on the ground, she is not flirtatious with the Qunfang, not envy the riverside tender willow, so persistent in the spring of comfort, in barren, ...