门前路上又有三棵法国梧桐树要被更换了,想到这我不禁流下了眼泪。我是深爱那些老树的。夏季常去逛梧桐隧道,阳光被枝叶筛成碎金,在我们身上跳跃;冬天到梧桐树下的大排档吃羊肉串,粗大的树干映衬着城市的灯光,无言地示人:这些是上了岁数的法国梧桐树。曾经有这样的习俗:每当生 There were three more plane trees on the road in front of the door. I thought I could not help but shed tears. I love those old trees deeply. In the summer, I often go to the Indus Tunnel. The sunlight is sifted through the branches and leaves and leaps over us. In the winter, we grazing on the stalls under the plane trees. The thick trunks reflect the lights of the city. We silently show that these are the Year old French plane tree. There have been such customs: Whenever