一棵树,长在一条小河的岸边,它的树干斜伸到河的对岸,成为一座跨过小河的桥。很多人从树干上走过,从此岸到彼岸,从彼岸到此岸。一次,一位母亲牵着一个小女孩从树干上走过。“妈妈,这桥是活的,过去我见过的桥,都是死的。”小女孩说。“为什么这样说呢?”母亲问。“因为我过去见过的桥,都是用石头、水泥砌成的,都是死的,而这座桥是一棵树长成的,树是活的,当然这桥也是活的。”小女孩说。“孩子,桥都是活的。”母亲说,“只要它还在帮人们渡过难关,渡过艰险,它就是 A tree grows on the bank of a small river, its trunk oblique to the other side of the river, a bridge across the river. Many people walked from the trunk, from shore to shore, from shore to shore. Once, a mother led a little girl through the trunk. ”Mom, this bridge is alive, in the past I have seen the bridge, are dead. “ The little girl said. ”Why do you say that?“ Asked the mother. ”Because the bridges I have seen in the past are made of stone and cement and are dead, and the bridge is made of a tree that is alive and of course the bridge is alive.“ Said the little girl. ”Children, the bridge is alive.“ ”My mother said," As long as it is still helping people through the hard times, it is