秋风“呼呼”地吹着,吹动着已经微微发黄的树叶。麻雀的叫声在天空中回荡。在我家楼下的一片空地上,有一棵高大的梧桐树,它众星拱月般的立在杂草丛中。每当我看见那棵高大的梧桐树,就会想起我小时候。那年我刚满六岁,我家楼下还是一片不毛之地。我经常想:“为什么不在这片空地上种几棵树 Autumn wind “whirring” to blow, blowing has slightly yellow leaves. Sparrow's call echoed in the sky. Downstairs in my home on a piece of open space, there is a tall plane trees, it stars like the moon standing in the weeds. Whenever I saw that tall Sycamore tree, I will think of when I was young. That year, I just turned six years old, my family downstairs or a barren land. I often think: "Why do not plant a few trees in the open space