走到这条路的尽头,就能看见大柳树了。儿时在这路上与同伴飞奔而过,从未觉得像今天这般漫长。拾忆就是这样,生怕遗失,又生怕重逢。记忆里的大柳树枝叶繁茂,撑起了童年的半边天。儿时在树荫下乘凉,小手在它粗糙的树皮上摩挲,那些凹凸不平的起伏像冬夏逝去留下的鲜明印记,给我关于岁月的启蒙。儿时,放学后的傍晚和同伴爬上树干嬉闹,直到夕阳隐 Walked to the end of the road, you can see the big willow. I was flying with my companions in my childhood and never felt like I was long today. This is the case for memory, for fear of losing, but also afraid of reunion. Daliushu leaves in the memory of lush, propped up childhood half the sky. Childhood shade in the shade, small hands on its rough bark Moro, those rough ups and downs like the winter and winter left a clear mark, give me about the years of enlightenment. Childhood, after school and his companions climb the trunk frolic until sunset