我不知道该怎样哀悼我家门前的老柿树,每当想到它老态龙钟的身躯时,我心里便有一种难以名状的凄惶。老柿树长在围屋地池塘岸边,树干弯弯曲曲,像伛腰老者;树叶浓密,枝丫向四周散开,整棵树像绿色的巨伞,煞是好看。老柿树像一幅油画,给人愉悦。岭南山村多是围屋,围屋前总有一口塘, I don’t know how to mourn the old persimmon tree in front of my house. When I think of the body of its old-fashioned dragon bell, I have an indescribable defect in my heart. The old persimmon tree grows on the shore of the pond and the trunk, and the trunk bends and bends like an old man; the leaves are thick and the branches are scattered around. The whole tree is like a green umbrella, and it is beautiful. The old persimmon tree resembles an oil painting and gives people a joy. Most of the villages in Lingnan Mountain are round houses, and there is always a pond in front of the surrounding houses.