生活在奥伦达部落原乡,我一直觉得人的心灵就应该是一棵树。当来到这个世界,睁开蒙昧的眼睛的那一刻,这棵树就在悄悄地发芽、生根、长出绿叶,在心里形成一片属于自己的绿荫,悠长而绵延不尽。桃红柳绿杏花开一年一度,春天如约而至,四季轮回,花儿轮番登场。紧随京城的似锦繁花,百里外的农妇小院儿,也开始热闹起来。拱出泥土的百合、绣球,冒出嫩芽的月季、山楂,含苞待放的桃花、海棠,伸展腰肢的葡萄、蔷薇, Living in the original tribe of Orunda, I always think that the human mind should be a tree. When it comes to this world, open the moment of ignorance, the tree is quietly germinating, rooting, growing green leaves, forming in the heart of their own shade, long and endless. Pink willow green almond blossom once a year, the spring comes as the contract, the four seasons reincarnation, flowers take turns stage. Followed by the blossoming of the capital, hundreds of miles of peasant women’s small yard, also began to lively up. Arch lily soil, hydrangeas, rose buds emerge, hawthorn, budding peach, begonia, stretching the waist of the grapes, roses,