记得小时候起,我家门口的马路边,一年四季都站着一棵老桑树,巍巍然横跨整个路面,并将部分树梢搭在一户人家的院墙上,形成了一个巨大的凉棚。它的支撑着沉重树冠的枝干并不高大,甚至有些部分还弯曲得厉害,像个佝偻着身体的老人。两三人合抱那么粗的主干上,逡裂的树皮沟壑纵横,上面布满了大大小小的疙疤,疙疤处隆起一团皱巴巴的皮,活像一只只目光慈祥的眼,含着一丝温和笑意的眼,为我们上学时迎来送往的眼,每与其对视,总 I remember when I was a child, on the side of the road in front of my house stood an old mulberry tree throughout the year, lurking across the pavement, and took part of the treetops on the wall of a house of people to form a huge pergola. Its branches, which hold heavy canopies, are not tall, and some are even curving, like an old man with a stony body. Two or three people hold so thick trunk, chapped bark ravines, covered with small and medium-sized liars, lumps bulge at the lump of crumpled skin, like a mere eye kind eyes, with With a gentle smile eyes, for us to usher in the school when the eyes, each with its visual, total