风在吹,雨在下,我站在家的门口,看着雨“滴答滴答”地下,透过雨,让我想起了那年种在旧屋前的芒果树……那棵芒果树,在我模糊的记忆中是这样的——长得不像别的芒果树那样高大,瘦削的身子,好像被风一吹就倒了似的。叶子长得没有邻家的那棵绿,但它长得繁茂。结出的果子很大、很多。 The wind was blowing and the rain was falling. I stood at the door of my house and watched the rain. “Ticking and ticking” underground, through the rain, reminded me of the mango tree planted in front of the old house that year...the mango tree, My vague memory is like this - it’s not tall and thin like any other mango tree, it seems like it was blown by the wind. The leaves grew green without the neighbor, but it grew lush. The fruits produced are large and numerous.