三年前,我在土里撒下一颗树种,我与树种一起合十双手,在土壤前许下了一个心愿。三年后,我再次去到那撒下树种的地方,面对我面前一棵已不算小的树。我伸出手,摘下几片在晨风中飘摇着的绿叶向回望去。是回忆的沉淀。想起在初二下学期结束的那个假期,我与同伴在田野中奔跑着、呼喊着:“初三,我们来了!”我贪婪地呼吸那庄稼 Three years ago, I dropped a tree in the earth. I put my hands together with the tree species and made a wish before the soil. Three years later, I once again went to the place where the tree was sown and faced the small tree that I was in front of. I reached out and took a few patches of green leaves swaying in the morning wind and looked back. Is the precipitation of memories. Remembered the semester of the first semester of the second semester that holiday, I ran with my companions in the fields, shouting: “Third day, we are coming! ” I greedily breathe that crop