父亲是棵树,一棵苍凉的老树。乡村渐渐寂寞,打工的,上学的,年轻人见不到几个。父亲本来可以离开的,到城里和我一起生活,可是他拒绝了,他要守卫在家乡,就像一棵树,不愿挪窝。我对父亲说,好多树也进城了,你没看见城里的公园、绿化带的大树也是从乡村进城的么?银杏和水杉,进城的特多。父亲却撇着嘴不认同——离开了乡村的树不能叫树,只能叫吸尘器。城里污浊的空气,全灌进了树的血脉。它们没有同伴,往往孤 Father is a tree, a desolate old tree. Gradually lonely village, working, school, young people can not see a few. My father could have left to live in the city with me, but he refused. He wanted to guard his hometown, just like a tree, and would not move. I said to my father, "A lot of trees go into the city too. You do not see the parks in the city. The trees in the green belt go to the cities from the villages. Ginkgo and Metasequoia, the city of Trinidad and Tobago. His father did not agree with the tip of his mouth - leave the trees in the country can not be called trees, can only be called vacuum cleaners. The dirty air in the city, full of blood into the tree. They have no companions and are often lonely