老家村郊有一棵树,很高很高,很大很大,树冠蔓延开来,覆盖住了那里一整片山丘,而且是深绿色的。枝条用很令人费解的方式安在树干上,向四周蜿蜒辐射。叶子很大,很像满树飞舞的绿蝴蝶,但爷爷说那更像风筝。好吧,就叫他风筝树。我很喜欢漂亮的风筝树。但他很孤独——长在村外的红土坡上,那里的土是细细的小颗粒,就连草都不喜欢那地方,只有风筝树在那里深深扎下了根。他存在了似乎有几千几万年的时间,他好像一直在那里。听爷爷说,他爷爷在时风筝树就有现在这 The home has a tree in the outskirts of the country, tall and tall, large and large, and the canopy spread to cover a whole hill and dark green. The branches hang in a very puzzling way on the tree trunk, winding around and radiating. The leaves are large, much like green butterflies flying around trees, but Grandpa says it is more of a kite. Well, call him a kite tree. I really like the beautiful kite tree. But he was lonely - growing on the red soil slopes outside the village, where the soil was tiny, even the grass did not like that place, and only the kite tree was deeply rooted there. He seems to have tens of thousands of years, and he seems to be there. Listen to my grandfather said that when his grandfather kite tree there is now this