黑色的枣树,扭曲着身子。乍暖还寒的早春,颤颤的枣叶芽儿,遮不住黑漆的树干。树下,一个老人,如枣叶芽儿,颤颤然。失血的手如两截瘦柴棒,在参差的枣树刺里游弋,摘那一枚枚枣叶芽儿……老人说:“那能当茶喝。” Black jujube tree twisted. In the early spring, when it was warm and cold, the jujube buds that were trembling could not cover the black-painted trunk. Under the tree, an old man, such as a jujube leaf bud, trembles. The blood-losing hand is like two thin wood sticks, cruising in the jagged thorns of the jujube trees, and picking up a piece of jujube leaf buds... The old man said: “That can be a tea drink.”