文轩呆呆地望着院子里的梧桐树,亲切温馨之余,就是没来由的忧伤。在文轩的心目中,这棵梧桐树就是他的兄弟,就是他的朋友,就是陪着他一起长大的伙伴。在他的记忆中,无论梧桐的树叶是枯黄还是墨绿,无论自己高兴还是忧伤,只要看到它,自己心里就异常地安静。据妈妈说,他出生时是炎热的夏日,他除了睡觉就是哭。满月了,慈爱的奶奶把他抱出来,走到梧桐树下,他竟然奇迹般地笑了起来。奶奶惊喜不已,把他抱回屋里, Wenxuan staring at the courtyard of the plane trees, friendly and warm than that, there is no reason for sadness. In Wen Xuan’s mind, this sycamore tree is his brother, is his friend, is to accompany him to grow up with the partner. In his memory, no matter what the leaves are yellow or dark green, whether happy or sad, just seeing it, his heart was unusually quiet. According to the mother, he was born on a hot summer day and he was crying except at bedtime. Full moon, and loving grandmother hold him out, came under the plane tree, he even miraculously laughed. Surprise grandmother, hugged him back to the house,