窗外有一棵树,离我不远不近,一米多的距离。它不枝不蔓,不事张扬,笔直地挺立在那里。我不知道它是什么树,只在记忆中,它从未开过花,也未结过果。或许有过,只是我未曾发现罢了。爸爸说他儿时就见到这棵树幼小的身影,我想他肯定和爸爸的年龄差不多了吧。可我无论怎么看也不能相信的是,这棵树总是那么瘦骨嶙峋的。细弱的主干,支撑着伞状的枝叶,树冠和树高的比例相差十分悬殊,却给人一副傲视群芳的感觉。这让我对它更是持怀疑的眼光: There is a tree outside the window, not far from me, one meter distance. It does not stick, does not matter publicity, standing upright. I do not know what tree it is, only in memory, it never blossom, nor bear fruit. Maybe, but I have not found it. Dad said he was young when he saw the child’s young figure, I think he must be about the same age and father it. But no matter what I can not believe, this tree is always so skinny. Slender trunk, supporting umbrella-shaped branches and leaves, the ratio of crown and tree height difference is very poor, but gives a feeling of disdain for Qunfang. This makes me even more skeptical of it: