一棵大树

暑假的一天，我来到乡下奶奶家，一棵大树映入我的眼帘，咦，为何这么熟悉?

许久，我才惊觉——是它!是儿时的槐树!我立马跑了过去，紧紧地抱住那粗壮的树干，喃喃地说:“槐树啊槐树，真是好久不见。你看，我现在都抱不住你了。记得小时候我总是在你旁边转呀，转呀，一有烦心事就向你倾诉。可自从上了学，我就很少再回到这里了……”槐树的枝叶在风中摇曳，发出沙沙的声音，仿佛正在和我轻轻絮语。

我轻叩树皮，伴随着那深沉的咚咚声，思绪回到了过去——那是一个雨后的下午，地上湿漉漉的，一层薄薄的槐花瓣，弥漫着淡淡的花香，静谧美好。我在槐树下玩耍，忽然一个不小心就滑了个狗啃泥。当我拍拍手站起来时，脸上早已沾满了槐花。我调皮地用舌头轻轻一舔，一片软软的槐花瓣落入我的嘴巴，香香的，甜甜的，引得我咯咯直笑……一段段美好的记忆纷沓而至:有一次，我为了吃一口槐花蜜就和家人闹得不可开交，偏说冬天也有花蜜;还有一次，我看着蜜蜂老往槐花里飞，心想它一定在偷吃花蜜，非把它逮着不可。结果，我反倒被它蛰得好几天不敢出门了。……

那一年，我5岁。

槐树啊槐树，你是我儿时最好的玩伴，可我没能多陪陪你，反而逐渐将你忘却……不知不觉，泪水已悄悄地在脸上蔓延。

我轻轻地靠在老槐树上，摩挲着那粗糙的树皮，默默凝视:树干粗实而坚硬，还有几处修剪过后留下的疤痕，与那微微开裂的树皮共同书写着岁月的沧桑，茂密的树冠却投下更为浓郁的绿荫……随着年龄的增长，在我彩色的世界里时常也会有灰色的梦魇，失落、苦闷、烦躁，甚至让人窒息。然而就这瞬间，我猛然意识到，或许，这就是人生——不需要太多华丽的辞藻去描绘，却依旧能如仲夏夜里划过的流星，纵然短暂，却也璀璨。哦，时光匆匆，教会我珍惜当下。

微笑，渐渐爬上我的嘴角……谢谢你，亲爱的老槐树!

英语翻译：

One day in the summer vacation, when I came to my grandmother's house in the country, a big tree came into my eyes. Hey, why are you so familiar?

After a long time, I realized that it was it! It was the locust tree from childhood! I immediately ran over, hugged the thick trunk tightly, and murmured: "Acacia tree, locust tree, it's been a long time. You see, I can’t hold you anymore. I remember that when I was a kid, I always turned around next to you, turned around, and confided in you whenever I had troubles. But since I went to school, I rarely come back here again. ......" The branches and leaves of the locust tree swayed in the wind, making a rustling sound, as if they were talking softly with me.

I tapped the bark of the tree, accompanied by the deep buzzing sound, my thoughts went back to the past-it was an afternoon after the rain, the ground was wet, with a thin layer of acacia petals, filled with a faint floral fragrance, quiet and beautiful. When I was playing under the locust tree, I accidentally slipped a dog and chewed on the mud. When I clapped my hands and stood up, my face was already covered with acacia flowers. I licked my tongue playfully, and a piece of soft locust petals fell into my mouth. It was fragrant and sweet, and it caused me to giggle...Several beautiful memories came to me: once, To eat a bite of locust tree nectar, I got into trouble with my family. It is said that there is also nectar in winter. Another time, I watched the bee flying into the locust tree, thinking that it must be stealing the nectar, so I must catch it. . As a result, I was stung by it for several days and dared not go out. ...

That year, I was 5 years old.

Locust tree ah locust tree, you were my best playmate when I was a child, but instead of accompany you much, I gradually forgot you...Unknowingly, tears have quietly spread on my face.

I lightly leaned on the old locust tree, rubbed the rough bark, and stared silently: the trunk is thick and hard, and there are a few scars left after trimming, and the slightly cracked bark writes the years together. The vicissitudes of life, the dense canopy casts a more dense green shade...As I grow older, there will often be gray nightmares in my colorful world, lost, depressed, irritable, and even suffocating. However, at this moment, I suddenly realized that maybe this is life-it doesn't need too many gorgeous words to describe, but it can still be like a meteor that passes by in the midsummer night, even if it is short, it is also bright. Oh, time flies, teach me to cherish the present.

Smile, and gradually climb up to the corner of my mouth...Thank you, dear old locust tree!