大雪过后,两棵古老的树——狐尾松在一片洁白中沉默挺立。一远一近,像两位智者,在天地间彼此叹息、凝视。近的这棵,体型是如此粗壮,盘结虬曲的躯干,在朝晖的照耀下,披上了一层浑红的肉色,仿佛每天太阳升起,它就能返老还童、获得重生。卷曲的表皮上,密布着深浅不一的纹路,远远看去,像是油漆工从上到下刷了一遍,意图掩盖它千年的沧桑。 After the snowfall, two ancient trees - the forsythia stand in silence in a white. A closer, like two wise men, sigh each other and stare in heaven and earth. Near the tree, the body is so sturdy, winding song of the torso, Zhaohui shine, covered with a layer of flesh-colored meat, as if the sun rises every day, it will be rejuvenated, reborn. Curly skin, dense with varying depths of lines, from afar, like a painter from top to bottom brush again, intended to cover up the vicissitudes of its Millennium.