一条清清的河从绿绿的草原中间静静地流过,河边稀稀疏疏地长着几棵树,树下的草地却是青翠欲滴。一棵树,不知它活了多少年,老了,叶落了,不再生,连树枝也被风雨打折,光秃秃的,没有一丝生机。一棵枯了的树就这么孤寂地站着。 A clear stream flows quietly through the midst of the green grasslands. There are several trees on the banks of the river sparsely and sparsely. The grass under the trees is verdant. A tree, I do not know how many years it lived, old, falling leaves, no longer life, even the branches have been discounted, bare, without a trace of vitality. A withered tree stands alone.