我从小就喜欢树。我出生的那一天早晨,几只山喜鹊早早就在老核桃树上叽叽喳喳地叫个不停了,成熟的核桃则在晨风中离枝而落,不断砸响核桃树下的包谷林。“那时多想挎上竹篮去捡核桃呵,正想着的时候,你出生了……。母亲的话让我后来对家门前的老核桃树充满了特别的感情。我常常走到它的身旁久久地抚摸那古老的躯干,也常常仔细地仰头观望安放在高枝上的鹊巢。就这样,看一棵古核桃树,成了我的日常必修课。一向说话不多的父亲则对我说,我们全家少不得这棵老核桃树。我明白父亲的意思。毕竟在那贫困交加的年代,全家人要靠核桃树年年所结的核桃才能维持基本的 I like trees from an early age. The morning I was born, a few mountain magpie chattering early in the old walnut called non-stop, ripe walnuts in the morning breeze off, and constantly smashed walnut trees under the package Valley. ”At that time, I would like to miss my basket to pick up walnuts. When I was thinking about you were born ... My mother’s words made me feel special about the old walnut trees in front of my house. It was beside him for a long time stroking the ancient torso, and often looked up and looked up at the magpie nest resting on a high branch. In this way, seeing an ancient walnut tree became my daily compulsory course. My father said to me, "Our whole family would not have this old walnut tree.I understand my father’s meaning.After all, in that era of poverty, the whole family depends on walnut trees walnuts to maintain the basic annual