窗外有一棵树,离我不远不近的,一米左右的距离。它不枝不蔓,不事张扬,笔直地挺立在那里。我不知道它是什么树,只是在记忆中,它从未开过花,也未结过果。或许有过,只是我未曾发现罢了。爸爸说他儿时就见到这棵树幼小的身影,我想他肯定和爸爸的年龄差不多了吧。可我无论怎么看也不能相信的是,这棵树总是那么瘦骨嶙峋的。细弱的主干,支撑着伞状的枝叶,树冠和树高的比例相差悬殊,却给人一副傲视群芳的感觉。这让我满腹疑惑:这 There is a tree outside the window, not far from me, about a meter distance. It does not stick, does not matter publicity, standing upright. I do not know what tree it is, just in memory, it never blossom, nor did it bear fruit. Maybe, but I have not found it. Dad said he was young when he saw the child’s young figure, I think he must be about the same age and father it. But no matter what I can not believe, this tree is always so skinny. Slender trunk, supporting umbrella-shaped foliage, crown and tree height difference between the disparity, but gives a feeling of disdain for Qunfang. This makes me full of doubts: This