记忆中的那棵老槐树,听爸爸说,从他有记忆的时候,就长在奶奶家当年住的大杂院里了。现在想起来,那棵老槐树真的很老,粗壮的树干一个大人都抱不过来,黝黑的树皮上不知爬满了多少条皱纹,但他坚固稳定,每到春夏天,绿叶满枝,树顶像炸开的焰火一样繁密。 The old banyan tree in memory remembered Daddy, saying that when he had memories, he would grow up in the courtyard where Grandma’s house lived. Now that I remembered, the old banyan tree was really old. An adult on the thick trunk could not hold it. The dark bark did not know how many wrinkles it covered, but he was strong and stable. Every spring and summer, the green leaves were full. Branches, tree tops are as dense as blasted fireworks.