记忆是有载体的。相信每个人的心中,总有那么一棵树,在岁月的侵蚀中,屹立不倒。或许是外婆家里的桂花树,或许是历尽风霜的青松,抑或是老家屋后虚怀若谷的翠竹。而我心中的那棵树,是梧桐。2008年,我6岁,才刚刚搬到日照。小时候的记忆很遥远,仿佛被稀释过了,模糊不清,但唯有小区里的那棵老梧桐,鲜活如初。6岁,多多少少是个迷恋童话的年纪,永远不会长大的彼得潘,追求至死不渝爱情的小人鱼,小王 Memory is carrier. I believe everyone’s heart, there is always a tree, in the years of erosion, stand still. Perhaps the grandmother’s home sweet-scented osmanthus trees, perhaps the weather-laden pine, or the bamboo house of innocence after the old house. The tree in my heart is Indus. In 2008, when I was 6, I just moved to Rizhao. Childhood memory is very far away, as if diluted, blurred, but only the old tree in the district, fresh as ever. 6 years old, more or less is an obsessive age of fairy tale, Peter Pan never grow up, the pursuit of the love of the dead mermaid, Wang