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那棵树终是被伐去了。那块地一下子就空荡荡了,半截儿树干突兀地伫在泥土上,恬静得像入了一场酣梦。她,梦着些什么了?——或许是枝繁叶茂。她那似由生褐色颜料随笔勾出的躯干,像一只骨节分明、苍劲有力的大手,托住了一冬的芬芳,托住了一个孩子欢快的心。桃谢了,荷残了,桂落了,寒气氤氲的时候,天地被擦得干干净净。温带的季风戏谑般地扯去在枝头飘摇的叶子,又在常青的叶上泼上一灰黄的颜料,让他们黯然地没有了春夏时飞扬的神采。小城的冬天是冷寂的,像个冰窟,只有钻进空调呼哧呼哧喘大气的房间,才能稍稍采撷几缕暖意。
The tree is finally cut down. That piece of land suddenly empty, and half trunks abruptly stood in the soil, quietly into a dream. What did she dream of? - Perhaps it is flourishing. Her torso, which seems to be drawn from a raw brown pigment, looks like a sharp, vigorous and powerful hand, holding on the winter’s fragrance and holding on to a child’s cheerful heart. Peach Xie, and disabled, Gui landed, cold chilly, the world was rubbed clean. The temperate monsoon jokingly tearing off the leaves floating in the branches, but also in the evergreen leaves on a grayish yellow paint, so sadly they did not feel the flying of spring and summer. Small town winter is cold and quiet, like a ice cave, only into the air conditioning whistling breathless breathing room, in order to pick a few warmth slightly warmth.