江南的许多村庄,都是由桥牵出来的。几片青的瓦,几堵白的墙,被一条小河环抱着。一座桥,就像一只手,把它和外面的世界紧握在一起。这样的桥边,当然应该有树。绿依依的柳,或青郁郁的槐,就像村的刘海,垂出江南特有的温柔。那棵树,我的嫁妆树,就在这样的村口桥边。在河上游稍远处,她的根扎牢了好大一片岸,她的叶遮凉了 Many villages in the south are led by the bridge. A few green tiles, a few white walls, surrounded by a river. A bridge, like a hand, grips it with the outside world. This bridge side, of course, there should be trees. Willow green, or green Yu Hua, like the bangs of the village, hanging out of the unique gentle south. That tree, my dowry tree, is on the edge of this village. Somewhere further down the river, her roots were well-grounded and her leaves sheltered