①故乡给我记忆最深的,就是那些树了。它们就那样站在每一户人家的周围,都是浓荫笼罩,整个村子都隐藏在密密匝匝的绿色之中。那些杨树、榆树,还有槐树,已不知生长了多少年,将遒劲的枝丫横伸出来,如一只只有力的臂膀,呵护着一方水土。②在那树影之下,是矮矮的屋檐,屋檐下,是曾经年轻的父母。干完了一天的农活,父亲坐在树下抽烟,那一点火光很快点亮了满天的星星。母亲在一旁洗衣服,仿佛有着洗不完的衣服,那个陈年的大木盆,那双手舞动其中, ① home to me the deepest memory, that is, those trees. As they stood around each and every one of them, they were shrouded in darkness, and the whole village was hidden in the greenness of Midumsar. Those poplar, elm, as well as acacia tree, I do not know how many years of growth, will be strong branches sticks out, such as a powerful arm, care of one side of soil and water. Under the shadow of the tree is the dwarf eaves, under the eaves, was once a young parent. After finishing the day’s work, my father sat under the tree and smoked. That light rapidly lit the sky. Mother in the side of the laundry, as if there is a lot of clothes to wash, the old tub, the hands dancing which,