立夏,明朗的天空,烈日高挂,碧天似海,整个广漠的天幕没有一朵云彩的陪衬,颇为宁静,寂寥。在很多的年岁里,我时常是这样守望着天空的一个孩子,站在这片土地上,与天地祥和,与草木相容。脉脉相连的山脊,围成了一个山盆,略显古朴的村庄盘踞在半山腰,时常从家门前仰望这棵南国树,我亦不知道它的年轮,听村庄里一位耄耋之年的老人说,在他记事以来,那棵树也这么大了,谁也不知道它的年轮,在过往的多年记忆里,我亲眼目睹过 The beginning of summer, a clear sky, the sun hung high, blue sky like the sea, the vast deserted sky without a cloud foil, quite quiet, solitude. In many years of age, I often look at a child like this sky, standing on this land, peace and harmony with the world. Boundary ridge, surrounded by a mountain basin, slightly simple village entrenched in the hillside, often from the front of the house looking up at this southern tree, I do not know its annual ring, listening to a wandering village The old man said that since his memoir, that tree was so big that no one knew its annual growth. In the past years of memory, I witnessed