在不经意时,我的眼前总飘过一个绿色的身影,是那么高大。我揉了揉眼睛,慢慢地想起了老家,想到了它。这棵樟树似乎在很久很久以前就在我的童年中扎根生长了。老家的屋子是砖瓦房,红砖、白砖、蓝砖、紫砖,如一匹雪白的布上打了许多补丁,五颜六色。我的窗边默默地生长着一棵樟树。当我醒来时,它在一旁向我问好;当我入睡时,它便在那头对我说晚安。我的童年 Inadvertently, my eyes always drifting across a green figure, is so tall. I rubbed my eyes, slowly remembered the home, think of it. This camphor seems to have taken root in my childhood long ago. The home is a brick house, red brick, white brick, blue brick, purple brick, such as a white cloth hit a lot of patches, colorful. A camphor tree grows silently in my window. When I woke up, it said hello to me, and when I fell asleep, it said goodnight to me over there. my childhood