记忆里的黄桷树从没凋谢过。黄桷树在小镇正街上的一个大围院里,院中心是一个用蓝白瓷砖围砌起来的巨大花盆,那棵盛载着欢乐与泪水的黄桷树就在这个巨大的花盆里生根,发芽,抽枝,筑树。一米高的花盆总是吸引着我发现上面的景色,肥嘟嘟的小手指齐齐地扒着白色瓷砖,努力踮起脚尖。脖子尽量往背上靠,在视线的底边,往往只是一些并不尽 Huang Mi tree in memory never faded. In the large courtyard on the main street of the town, the center of the courtyard is a large flowerpot surrounded by white and blue tiles, and the yellow flower tree, filled with joy and tears, is in this huge flowerpot Rooting, germination, pumping branches, building trees. A one-meter-tall flowerpot always attracts me to discover the scenery above. The little pink fingers cling to the white tiles aloft and work hard to tiptoe. As far back as possible by the neck, in the bottom line of sight, often just some are not endless