百年前，一株白杨树茁壮地生长在大道旁；百年之后，却枯死了。从此，暴雨欺辱它，狂风剥蚀它，炎阳烧烤它，寒冷揪扯它，行人嫌弃它。但它的躯干仍不屈地刺向苍穹……它的身上被走山穿林之人毫不留情地掏、砸，用柴火薰、烧。它是被割断了血脉，烧烤薰燎而死的。然而，它却孕? A hundred years ago, a poplar thrived in the boulevard; a hundred years later, it died. Since then, heavy rain insulted it, the wind blemished it, Yan Yang barbecue it, cold pulling it, pedestrians dislike it. But its torso is still unyielding stab the sky ... ... It’s body was walking through the forest people mercilessly dig, hit, with firewood, burning. It is cut off the blood, barbecue and smoked and died. However, it is pregnant?