每一个夜幕即将来临的时候,我都会踏着夕阳的余晖,漫步在乡村的小道上。独自一个人行走的时候,偶尔仰望灰蒙蒙的天空,抑或看着两旁的树,总会感慨良多。那些依然青翠的松,还有许多不知名字的树,都安然地静默在四季里,成了一道道风景线。树总无言,人却有感,有那么一瞬,我总会觉得人生如树,树如人生。我总觉得,世上有多少种树,就会有多少种人生。有的人说自己像松,越是严寒,生命便越是苍翠。这样的人,执著而不屈,经过百炼成钢,骨子里有历经世事而沉淀下来的挺拔 Every night is approaching, I will marching the sunset, walking in the country trail. When walking alone, occasionally looking at the gray sky, or watching the trees on both sides, always feel a lot of emotion. Those are still green pine, there are many unknown trees, all quietly in the four seasons, became a road. Trees always speechless, but people have the feeling, there is a moment, I always think life is like a tree, tree, such as life. I always think that there are many kinds of trees in the world and how many kinds of life there will be. Some people say they are like pine, the more cold, the more green life. Such people, perseverance and unyielding, after a hundred refining into steel, bones have gone down in the world and upright