还未上塬,老远已经看到了塄坎上那棵大皂角树,粗壮的树干,茂盛的树叶,如华盖,似大伞,一爪爪形同圆椎的尖刺儿,还是那么的坚硬,令人望而生畏。然而枝条上的皂角,却是红红的,一嘟嘟,一串串,随着金风,微微摆动,发出了一种奇特的音响,如海声,似松涛,又像那美妙的山歌。我来到皂角树下,望着成熟待收的红皂角,抚摸着自己已经灰白相间的头发,仿佛又回到了上世纪五十年代的孩提时代……那时,皂角树也是这么绿,但 Has not been on the plateau, has long been seen on the ridge that big saponins tree, thick trunk, lush leaves, such as the canopy, like a big umbrella, a claw with the vertebral spines, or so Hard, daunting. However, the branches of the saffron, but it is red, a toot, a string, with the gold wind, a slight swing, issued a strange sound, such as sea sounds, like Song Tao, and like the wonderful folk songs . I came to the corner of the gourd tree, looking at the mature red saffron to be closed, stroking my gray hair, as if back to the childhood of the fifties of last century ... ... At that time, Gleditsia tree is so green ,but