一棵老树-记叙文

2024-05-08

一棵老树-记叙文（通用8篇）

篇1：一棵老树-记叙文

这是一个秋风萧瑟的早上。

这里静悄悄的。

一棵老树在这儿矗立着。

叶子一片一片随风落下。一片小叶子紧紧把树枝抱牢。等周围又平静下来是，对一旁的老叶子说：“好险啊，刚才风那么大，我差点掉下去。”老叶子闭着眼点了点头。它全身已经没有一处呈现出绿绿的生机，原本好看的绿色都变成了黄色。小叶子却相反，通身的翠绿是那么的有活力。只可惜，不久前，小叶子的边边角角上都出现了小小的黄色的斑点。

小叶子看老叶子不慌不忙的样子十分奇怪，不由得问：“老叶子，你不怕风把你吹走吗?吹走了你会伤心的吧?你怎么不害怕……枯死呢?

老叶子看上去并不急于回答问题。它睁开眼，对小叶子问了一个奇怪的问题：“你知道是谁养育了我们吗?”小叶子回答：“当然是大树啊!”“你知道他多老啦?”小叶子显然被难住了，皱着眉头想了很久，才开口道：“不知道。”

老叶子望了望远方，慢慢地说：“叶子们被带走后，会回到大树的脚下，为大树提供养料，这和枯死不一样，我们很自豪。然后，大树就日复一日，年复一年地活下去。但它很孤独，只有一个朋友，不像叶子们一呼百应。它养育了我们，秋天是我们报答他的时候。这时风会过来帮忙，它帮助我们报答大树，它不知哪些新叶子不该落下，哪些又应该落下，大树在我们身上做了记号：绿的留下，黄的离开。风就知道了，风是好心的。作为大树唯一的朋友，它会让大树快乐。你听……它‘沙沙’的歌声，多么悦耳……”

老叶子放手了，成了树下众多黄叶子中的一员，它自豪地离去了。

小叶子对自己说：“老叶子，你听风又在唱歌了，多好听，归去的旅途中你不会孤单的，会自豪的，对吗?”

篇2：一棵老树-记叙文

看他沧桑的肌肤干枯而龟裂，有几片已被岁月剥落，大多仍旧顽固地附着在上面。探入土壤的老根在地下蜿蜒的摸索，有在不远处的土丘上张牙舞爪的露出，来卖弄根基的博大。这自然也为他获取了维持生命的一切，以至于树冠总是那么广阔，仿佛要占据整个天宇。枝干犬牙差互，好似一条条暴怒的虬龙在胡乱地翻腾，却始终悬在半空了，不知翻腾了春秋几载，但那挂I着的青葱确实绿了千年。

就这样，这位阅历丰富的仙人就在村头的小庙旁鸟瞰着萧条的香火，而我们这群不知天高地厚的顽童就踏着它一条条结痂的疤痕竭力地往上登，可总是登不到顶的。于是没登一会儿就往地面看去，看看伙伴们还在不在;心里其实早就已经发怵了;再登一会儿而，估计就要尿裤子了。最终我们还是像那狂妄的悟空，最终还是没有翻出如来的`大手。

后来，我们知道，这智慧的老树是不会让我们这群毛头小子骑在头上的，于是，从袁晖家拿来几条麻绳，又从我家窃来一块结实的槐木板一个破烂的秋千诞生了。我们欣喜若狂，争相在秋千上荡悠，连叶间的雀儿也探出几个鹅黄的小脑袋，叽叽喳喳地议论些什么。哦，我想该是羡慕，说得更直接些，应该是嫉妒吧。还有那冒失的白翼的第一文库网蝶儿有时也在秋千上栖息一会儿用黑色的纤长的触须在秋千上留下些花粉的香气。

春风送暖。我们在新绿的芳香中吟诵着春晓;夏日里，老树旧枝叶团团如盖，新芽又萌发出来我们便在这绿荫下嬉闹;雁断凄秋老树留下了秋的信函，有时还抛下几滴清晨的甘露扑打在脸上，凉凉的，滑滑的。我们也都知道，那，是老树的恩惠。但他从未抱怨过，他一直安详的注视着我们，即使在肃杀的冬，我们也在他的怀抱之下堆着雪人。哪条承载着秋千的枝干也一直默默地，没有丝毫的摇摆。

再后来，就和藤条杂草一起守候在老树旁了，不离不弃。与其说是陪伴，不如说是躲避，让老树为我们栉风沐雨，他的臂膀的确很坚实。久而久之，成了知己。不过，他是一位让我敬畏的知己，更是一位让我着迷的知己。于是，在老树身边，走过了童年，也走过了无数个动人的日子。

篇3：那一棵老树

There was a fascinating little stream just at the other side of the low wall that 1)bounded the garden, and this stream had more attractions for Sydney than anything else about the holiday home.

It was not for its cool murmuring sound that Sydney liked it, nor for its crystal clearness – though he must have felt the charm of all this during those hot August days. He had found a beautiful place where he could put a water-wheel, and he was as busy as he could be planning and making one. He had his little box of tools with him, and it was easy to get pieces of wood; and for the rest Sydney’s cleverness in “making things” was well known to his sisters and brothers, and held in great 2)reverence by them. They never “3)meddled,” and so were graciously allowed to come and admire.

“Oh, bother!” exclaimed Sydney. “Here’s this little 4)plague! You can’t come here, Walter,” he called out. “Go back to the garden and play there.”

But little Walter had already climbed over the loose stones and was running towards the stream.

Sydney jumped up from the ground and went to meet him.

“Did you hear, Walter?” said he. “Go back and play. I don’t want you here.”

“Oh, please, Sydney,” said a 5)pleading voice, as a pair of childish blue eyes were lifted up to the face of the elder boy. “I do want to see the water-mill! I won’t touch it – I promise.”

“You won’t get the chance,” said Sydney roughly. “Just you go back when you’re told.

You’ve got Madge and Johnny to play with.”

As he took the little boy by the shoulders and marched him back to the wall, he felt very angry.

“Now, look here, Walter,” he said. “In that elder bush there lives a ghost that comes out sometimes. I think you’d better keep away from it, for you’re the sort of 6)chap that would be caught.”

Sydney, seeing the sudden fear in the child’s face as he turned his eyes towards the elder tree, thought he had hit on a very happy plan for keeping Walter away. He was content and thought Walter wouldn’t come past in a hurry.

Then Walter went slowly back again through the garden, his heart full of bitter disappointment. He did so want to see that wheel! He had been dreaming about it all night, for he had known that it was to be fixed and tried the next day. He had been watching for an opportunity ever since Sydney had gone to the stream. It came when Nurse went indoors with Johnny, and Madge got 7)sulky and buried herself in a picture book. That was the moment when he stole away unobserved. If only he could have had one 8)peep! He wouldn’t have touched it, not for the world; he only wanted to look at the wonderful thing, and to see if he could perhaps make one some day. He would like to try now, but he was not allowed to have a knife, and he did not know where to get wood. Then when he went home there would be no stream and no new sorts of play.

Just then he heard Madge calling him.

“Come here and play, Walter,” she said. “I’ll be a bear among the trees and I’ll run out and catch you.”

“I don’t like that game, Madge,” said he. “You roar so loud and then I think it really is a bear.”

The next day it happened that there was a large picnic party, to which all the elders were

invited, including Sydney. It was rather a dull day, Walter thought. He was thinking about the wheel and wondering if it was turning merrily in the stream, or if Sydney had put it away. He would have given worlds to go and see, but he never got the chance. When the children went to the kitchen garden it was to walk round with Nurse.

Johnny was 9)bemoaning that strawberries were over, and Madge was looking vainly for 10)gooseberries on the trees that had long ago been 11)stripped. But Walter cast 12)furtive glances

at the thick elder bush by the wall, and shivered a little inside when he thought of what Sydney had told him about it.

Directly after that, they went indoors to have supper and go to bed. As they were undressing it was discovered that Madge had lost a coral necklace she had on. It was a fancy of her mother’s

that Madge should always wear this, as it was a present from a dead grandmother, and the question now was where it had been dropped.

“She had it on at the gooseberry bushes,” said Walter. “For I saw it.”

“You can run down the garden and look for it, Master Walter,” said Nurse. “It gets dark so fast I shan’t be able to see by the time I’ve got you all in bed.”

So away went Walter full of importance, for the moment, quite forgetting where he was going. But scarcely had he got outside the door when he remembered the 13)dreadful tree, and fear took possession of him.

How could he go? He would have to pass the elder bush if he went all round the path where they had walked with nurse. Dare he do it?

But if he went back the others would laugh at him and call him a baby. He could not stand that. He was not a baby, but a boy who would one day be a man and do great deeds. So he went on. Trying hard not to think of the elder bush, Walter went bravely along, looking for the necklace. But still he could not help knowing that he was getting nearer to the dreaded spot. Oh, if he could but see those pink beads he would seize them and run!

He saw them at last, when he had nearly reached the tree. With 14)mingled joy and fear he took a step forward and stopped to pick up the necklace when suddenly there was a 15)rustling sound among the elder branches and a hand reached out to part them, a hand belonging to a white figure. That was all Walter knew. With a cry of terror he rushed forward, not looking where he was going. Then he tripped and fell, and lay quite still. He was still unconscious when, an hour later, Sydney’s mother bent over him anxiously. He had struck his head on the stones bordering the path, and there was waiting till the doctor came to know the extent of the injury.

Nurse told how the little boy had gone to look for Madge’s necklace, and just as she saw Master Walter he gave a scream and ran away as if frightened. But what could have terrified him she could not think.

Sydney looked at his mother’s 16)distressed face and at the little figure lying on the bed. He knew what had made Walter afraid, and he did not like afterwards to think of what he felt during the half hour before the doctor came.

“But I never thought, mother,” said he. “That he would be frightened at that.”

His mother was too anxious to say much just then, and Sydney’s 17)conscience spoke instead. “You did want to make him afraid,” she said, “knowing he was a small and 18)timid boy.” And Sydney knew that this was the truth.

Walter got better after a time, and his little heart was made glad by the kindness all around. Even Sydney came and worked beside him, explaining all the improvements and extensions of the water-wheel. But the little boy did not know all that was in Sydney’s mind, for it could not be spoken. But Sydney’s unspoken thought was the 19)stirring of true manliness within him. It was the determination to remember that those who were not so strong and big as himself needed all the more his consideration and gentleness. And he did remember that all his life.

(一)

在花园的四周环绕着一圈矮墙,一条美丽的小溪从矮墙的另一边淌过。这条小溪比度假屋里的任何东西都要吸引西德尼。

西德尼喜欢它,并不是因为它那清亮的潺潺水声,也不是因为它如水晶般的清澈——虽然在八月的炎炎夏日里,他确实感受到个中魅力。他已经找到一个漂亮的地方,可以在那里搭起一座水车,所以他现在忙得不可开交,着手兴建计划。他随身带着小工具箱,而且在这里很容易就能弄到木板;剩下的就简单多了,因为西德尼的兄弟姐妹都知道他在“创作”方面是多么心灵手巧,对他推崇备至。由于他们从不“指手画脚”,所以他也总是很有风度地让他们前来表达钦佩之情。

“噢,真麻烦!”西德尼叫道。“又是这个小讨厌鬼!沃尔特,你不能到这里来,”他喊道。“回花园去,在那里玩。”

可是小沃尔特已经爬过那堆松散的石头,朝着小溪这边跑过来了。

西德尼跳了起来,过去拦住他。

“你没听到吗,沃尔特?”他说。“回去玩。我不想你待在这里。”

“噢,求你了,西德尼,”他恳求道,充满孩子气的蓝眼睛仰望着大男孩的脸。“我真的很想看看那座水车啊!我不会碰它的——我

保证。”

“你没有机会碰它,”西德尼粗鲁地说。“照我说去做,赶紧回去。你已经有玛奇和约翰尼陪你玩了。”

他搭着小男孩的肩膀,把他拽回到矮墙边,感到非常气愤。

“听清楚了,沃尔特,”他说。“在那棵老灌木里住着一只鬼怪,它有时候会跑出来。你最好跟它保持距离,因为你是那种容易被抓的小东西。”

当小家伙的眼睛转向那棵老树时,西德尼看到他的脸上突然闪过一丝恐惧。西德尼认为自己找到了一个很棒的计划能让沃尔特不再靠近。他觉得心满意足,认定沃尔特短期内不会再

过来了。

沃尔特慢慢地穿过花园,心里充满了苦涩的失望。他多么想看看那座水车啊!他整晚都梦见它,因为他知道第二天它就能完工并下水运作了。自从西德尼去小溪边开始,他就一直在寻找一个机会去看看。好不容易等到机会了——因为保姆和约翰尼一起进屋了,而玛奇则闹脾气埋头看图画书,这样他就能偷偷溜出来而不被发觉了。哪怕只瞄一眼也好啊!他不会去碰它的,绝对不会。他只想看看那个精巧的东西,看是不是有一天自己也能做出一个来。尽管他现在就愿意一试,不过大家还不许他玩刀,而且他也不知道到哪里能弄到木头。一旦他回家了,就不会再有小溪,也没有什么新奇的消遣了。

就在这时,他听见玛奇在叫他。

“到这儿玩吧,沃尔特,”她说。“我会假扮树林里的熊熊,然后跑出来抓你哦。”

“我不喜欢那个游戏,玛奇,”他说。“你太能嚷嚷了,我会以为那真是一头熊。”

(二)

第二天碰巧有个大型的野餐聚会,所有年长的人都被邀请过来了,包括西德尼在内。真是无聊的一天,沃尔特想。他还在想着那座水车,想知道它是否在溪水中欢快地转动着,还是被西德尼搁在一边了。他愿意放弃一切过去看看,但他一直找不到机会。当孩子们去菜园里玩时,保姆总会一起去。

约翰尼在抱怨草莓已经过季了,而玛奇则徒劳无功地寻找残留在树上的醋栗——尽管它们其实早就被采摘完了。沃尔特鬼鬼祟祟地瞄着墙边茂密的老灌木,一想到西德尼告诉他的故事就寒心。

之后他们直接回到屋里,吃完晚饭就上床睡觉了。他们脱衣服时,玛奇才发现一直戴着的珊瑚项链不见了。那可是她母亲的最爱,所以玛奇才一直戴着它,因为它是一位已故的老祖母留下的礼物。问题是,它到底掉在什么地方了呢?

“她在醋栗丛时还戴着它呢,”沃尔特说。“我看到了。”

“你可以跑到花园里去找找它,沃尔特少爷,”保姆说。“天黑得太快了,等我把你们都安顿上床后,可能就什么都看不到了。”

于是沃尔特郑重其事地走了出去,一时间几乎忘了自己要去哪里。不过当他快要走出门口时,他突然想起了那棵可怕的大树,一种恐惧感攫住了他。

他该怎么过去呢?如果要找遍那条和保姆一起走过的路,他就不得不经过那棵老灌木。他敢这么做吗?

但是,如果他转身回去的话,其他人就会嘲笑他,说他还是个小娃娃。他可受不了这一点。他已经不是小娃娃,而是一个男孩子了,而且终有一天会变成一个男子汉,创出一番丰功伟绩。于是他继续向前走去,努力不去想那棵老灌木。沃尔特勇敢地向前走着,寻找那串项链。可他还是不禁想到自己离那个可怕的地方越来越近了。噢,如果现在他能看见那些粉红色的小珠子,他一定会一把抓起它们拔腿就跑!

快要走到那棵树下时,他终于看到它们了。混合着喜悦与恐惧,他向前走了一步,停下来捡起那串项链。突然间,老灌木的树枝里传来一阵沙沙声,一个白色身影伸出一只手来分开了枝条。沃尔特知道的就是这些了。随着一声恐惧的尖叫,他向前冲去,没有注意自己往哪个方向跑。接着他绊倒了,静静地躺在那里。一个小时以后,西德尼的母亲焦急地俯身看他时,他依然昏迷不醒。他的脑袋撞到小路边的石头上,只能等医生赶过来检查他的伤势。

保姆告诉他们,这个小男孩出去寻找玛奇的项链,可当她见到沃尔特少爷时,他尖叫了一声,受了惊似地转身就跑。可是她想不出到底是什么吓到他了。

西德尼看着母亲哀伤的脸庞,还有床上躺着的那个小小的身影。他知道是什么让沃尔特受惊了,他都不愿意回想起自己在等待医生到来那半个小时里是什么

感觉。

“妈妈,我从没想过会这样,”他说。“我没想到他会这么害怕。”

那时他母亲太焦急了,所以没说什么,但西德尼的良心代替她发作了一通。“你确实想让他害怕,”她说。“你知道他是个胆小的孩子。”西德尼知道,这都是真的。

篇4：一棵老树作文600字

“轰”在一声沉闷的哀号中，窗前的那棵树无奈地倒在了雪白的树屑中。这一幕久久在脑海中回荡，将我的思绪牵回。。。。。。

那时，我家窗前有一棵抬头望不见顶的老槐树，没人知道它什么时候立在那的，好像很久远了。没有樱花的灿烂，没有松柏的常青。但也在炎炎夏日为人们遮风挡雨，奉献阴凉，也是我儿时常看的风景，在我眼中，无论是满布芽苞，绿叶成荫，金叶飞舞，还是银装素裹，它都是一道亮丽的风景线。

可有的人不这么想，因为树的生长把围墙挤歪了，仅因为如此，有人要砍掉它，他们认为让一堵墙不倒比让百年老树活下去好。于是他们找来了电锯和刽子手。

第二天，我来到窗前，屠杀已经开始了，电锯从树的颈椎咬下去，溅的满天都是白森森的骨粉，没有痛苦的鸣叫，它只在倒地的时候哀号了一声。心中有无限的痛苦和惋惜，可我能做什么呢?我只能眼看着相伴多年的风景被破坏，肢解，运走。那堵墙就倾斜着，丝毫看不出成功的喜悦，也许它也为树感到同情。

从此，我最大的乐趣变为了爬到楼顶看远处的高山、密林。深冬的一场大雪给予了老墙无以伦比的美丽，皑皑的白雪下弯曲的身影显得古典、艺术。但我没想到这是它最后的辉煌。不久，它也倒了，人们用几天的时间用砖和水泥砌成了一堵新墙。

篇5：偶念一棵老树的散文

那是五年前，我们来到宁夏青铜峡的一个部队聚集，进行纯文学的练笔活动。每天晚饭后，我便就着夏日傍晚的凉爽，沿着黄河堤散步，我发现，当人脱离群体之后，才可能迅速地进入一种内省或内悟的境界。

那天我走到一处黄河拐弯处，看见一棵老得怪兮兮的树，因为它生在河堤高高在上，又因为河水湍急毫不留情，加之黄河拐了个弯，而它又恰恰在拐弯的地方……所以就出了问题——堤上的泥土一块块被冲走，那棵老树的根便裸露了出来——那是一种怎样震撼人心的.老树根呵!五米多高的河堤断面露着它密密麻麻粗一壮有力的根，我第一眼望见它，就觉得它是潜于泥土深处的惊雷闪电。开始，我的手指不敢触一摸它，担心它是一只怪龙，发起脾气不知道会爆出一片多大的废墟。我只是盯着它，发现它像老人一样颤颤巍巍地晃动，我觉出了它生命微弱的喘一息，闻到了一股清鲜的树肉的腥味，在河水一遍又一遍的拍击中，它摇摇欲坠，但是它还没有倒，虽然我知道这不是老树因为老而缺少坚强，不，我绝对相信老来弥坚的道理。但是，这是没有任何办法的事情，坚强或者不坚强，都是无法阻止一个悲剧的等待的，它那痛苦的神情使我想起了剔了肉的骨头架子，尽管灵魂尚未死掉，心脏还在跳动，但是我知道，一棵被撮离泥土的生命之树是无论如何也逃不脱一个结局的，再一次，我的脑海滚过一声惊雷，然后，又是一个美丽或者丑恶的根状的闪电，一闪——耀目弦晕，接着一行字幕打印在脑屏：“水，水也能剥掉生命的皮!”

……这一幕景象显然已经过去了五年，但是五年中也就是今天我不知道为何偶然想起这一幕，我有点奇怪，为什么迟至今日才想起这一幕呢?难道有什么特殊的意义和价值吗?我不敢怀疑，也不敢肯定。我知道作为个体的生命，我还远没有那棵老树的年龄大，更没有那棵老树的根扎得深，我还很不扎实，不仅没有一个丰硕的树冠，就是突然刮起一股什么风，我也会感到无法承受。因此我不知道命运与时间的流水会不会剥掉我一个青年人的皮，会不会在我还没有挣扎出一个丰满的树冠就厌倦了我、讨厌了我，就要让我像那棵老树的下场一样?是的，我不知道，我想凡是我们不知道的盲区，都有可能发生使我们深感意外的事情。

篇6：一棵老树的三百字作文

我从很远处看它时，它突兀地站在成群结队的树木中，呈现一种努力想把树丫伸向苍穹却怎么也伸不直的样子。它兀自静默，任由风将它包裹，像一个行吟诗人般在黝黑的树皮上留下一行行诗句。一阵风经过，我仿佛看到了枯皮落下来的样子。

“它可能已经枯死了。”我兀自自嘲，“我与它可能没有什么本质区别。”

我也快枯死了。海绵缝里夹杂着细碎时间被一点点挤出、榨干，只剩下干巴巴的一团皱着。燥热的天气、不足的睡眠、无休止的困意、大堆的漏洞……我一天天枯萎，在巨大困难的暴晒下逐日干涸，仿佛要把我吞进一个暗无天日的黑洞。

我向前走去，一步步靠近着我的“同病相怜”的朋友。

可是，在距离它很近时我突然有了一个令人惊讶的发现：树并没有死亡，看它枝干里的新鲜水分就知道。

树皮间迸发出一簇簇新绿，仿佛整根树干就是一个鼓鼓的袋子，里面充满着新生的生命，不知名的草争先恐后地从裂缝的树沟壑间探出头来，努力在夹缝中谋求生存。

我真真正正感到震撼——在这么一棵看似枯死无悬念的树里，存在如此绝境重生的力量——这是一种生命力，一种即便凋落、即便颓败，仍孜孜以求、奋发向上的生命力。

篇7：我喜爱《一棵老树》

作者所写的一棵老树，并不是一个很新鲜的意象，但却写得有新意，有韵味，有吸引力。全诗5节，每节11行，诗句虽有长有短，但从大体上看，于“自由”中又注意了形式的严整。第一节写外婆塆站着的一棵老树比已离世的外婆还老，并人格化地展示了它那些有意味的细节。第二节说这棵老树与北京城里那些不同名目古树的不同之处，是它没有挂着年龄和身份的说明，它大概是什么朝代的“也没人在意”。接着，写了它与人们生活的密切关系。这样一棵平凡的老树，作者以“时光渺茫，生命如此朴素强大”来赞颂它。第三节说“这是一棵神树”，并说到一些有关的故事。第四节说“外婆塆是个风水宝地”，写了世俗的传说和这里旧时出过什么样的人，特意说到新中国本乡的第一个大学生就出在这里，现在“它的子孙遍及四面八方”。由此使我们看到时代在变化，在前进。作者写道，这棵老树仍然是“夏天垂下浓阴，冬天攒下温暖/不留痕迹地带走岁月的皱纹。像个善良的仙人”。这些抒写，与第二节中的赞词属同一方向的语言，使那句赞词的含义得到了强化和深化。第五节作者写到那棵老树与自己童年的关系，想到人的生与死，大雁的南来北往，庄稼一茬接一茬。最后还是落脚到被称作朴树的这棵老树：“朴树单纯而执拗地站在那里。风平浪静/没有弯曲，没有一根枯枝；甚至/没有年轮。还是四个人才能抱住它的腰身……”这些意味深长的诗句告诉了我们，那棵老树青春常在，老而弥坚。我们不妨把这看作是现在外婆塆的象征。

我曾在一篇文章里说到，作一首不太长的抒情诗，应该紧紧抓住一个主要的意象进行充分抒写，并且通过抒写其他的意象来延长、扩大、加深这一主要的意象，这样，作者所要表达的情思和意念就可以印进读者的脑中，从而达到感人的目的。也许是因为《一棵老树》的创作实践恰与我的想法不谋而合吧，我特别感到这首诗的难得。它真正摒除了诗之大忌芜杂和散漫，集中笔力抒写老树这一主要意象和相关的意象（北京的古树,大雁,庄稼等），收到了很好的艺术效果。我以为，单纯和集中是一切好诗所应具有的特点和品格。单纯的主题和意象，是作者从自己的生活体验中提炼和剔选出来的。对主要意象和相关意象的集中抒写，有利于丰富诗的思想内涵，增强诗的力度。而思想内涵又是以作者的生活积累为基础的，没有这个基础，即使有生花妙笔也不顶用。《一棵老树》所以具有丰富的思想内涵，其根源在作者有着厚实的生活积累。那是一个无形的仓库。因为每一个诗句都来自于那个“仓库”，所以它们都是结结实实的，没有丝毫的空洞感。这首诗的另一个难能之处是，在看似大白话式的抒写中，使读者看到了深意，看到了不寻常的东西。

还应该提一提诗中那些内涵丰富、韵味不尽的语言，如“一头乌黑发亮的秀发/也比不过它的苍翠”；“不留痕迹地带走岁月的皱纹”；“大雁南来北往，庄稼一茬接一茬”等。前两句我不作解释。第三句似乎平平白白，但它作为诗句，却有巧妙之处，一方面说了大自然风物的变迁，另一方面点出了时序的更替。风物的变迁和时序的更替又都是乡下人特别关注的。我还联想到，人不也是一茬一茬地更替么！此句真是既贴切，又有韵味。这一句还可启示我们，要写出好诗，不一定非寻找那些过于求生的语言不可。