那是一棵叫不上名字的小树,细细的树纹,疏疏的绿叶,在风中不停地摇曳着……小树微微抬头望着身边的大树,那是一棵真正的大树,高大挺拔。对于他那细碎的绿得惊人的叶子和优美的弧形主枝,小树总是带着赞叹,在那缓慢流逝的童年里,她仰望着他,有一种膜拜的心情。这在其他树看来或许 It was a tree that was not named. The thin tree lines, the sparse green leaves, kept swaying in the wind... The tree looked up slightly at the big tree beside it. It was a real one. Big tree, tall and straight. His little tree is always admired for his delicate green leaves and graceful curved main branches. In the slowly passing childhood, she looked up at him with a kind of worship. This may seem to other trees