一棵柿子树,孤独地站在门前空地上:树木低矮盘虬,树杈四处伸展,褐色开裂的树皮刻满了沧桑,一如奶奶守候时的脸庞。柿子树是我小时候奶奶种的。她拿着和她一样高的铁锹,佝偻着身子,一边掘土,一边笑眯眯地对我说:“鹏鹏喜欢吃柿子,种了柿子树,以后就有柿子吃了。”我在一旁仰起脑袋,望着她直喘气的身 A persimmon tree, standing lonely in front of the open space: trees low plate, stretching around the tree branches, brown cracked bark carved the vicissitudes of life, as the grandmother waiting face. Persimmon tree is my childhood grandmother species. She took her shovel as high as she was, while digging soil, while smiling and said to me: “Peng Peng like to eat persimmons, planted persimmon tree, after eating persimmons.” "I’m on the sidelines Raised his head, looking at her straight gas body