Sentence 2: Childhood memories, hunger is like a python often wrapped around the ordinary days, annoying. Especially in the long spring, families often worry about firewood and rice, fortunately, whenever the old elm tree buds and spits spikes, return from school hungry buddies tend to throw their schoolbags under the tree, take off their shoes with exposed toes heel, and dirty, chest put on the shiny old rags, scrambling to be the first, a shrug of apes and monkeys like a hugging the tree climbed up to pick and eat that golden yellow elm, stuffed with a full mouth, two cheeks bulging. The two cheeks were bulging. At this time, will not be on the tree children, often with a begging gaze, shouting the tree to drop some to, those good-hearted partners, immediately tore off a few branches, a small hand, with an attractive color and aroma of elm money, like the wind like floating down, fell on the soil, the tree under the small partners crazy like grab food, too late to care about the dust on the sticky, the naive, that cozy, that laughter, so far, vividly remembered, lingering in the ear, and the world, and the world, and the world, and the world, and the world, and the world. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of it.
Sentence 3: Spring is coming, the elm tree sends out new buds, and bear strings of brittle elm money, I picked up a long wooden pole screw down to eat. A beautiful wild finch called the Fire Swallow also landed on the branches, and its song was so sweet and crisp and loud. In high summer, a thick shade sprinkled on the earthen platform in front of the door, I squatted under the tree with a bowl of rice and ate it, scooped up another bowl when I was finished, and carried it out again. In the fall, the rain drizzled down the trunks of the trees, and the caterpillars crawled under my feet, making me realize that there was still such a small life in this world. Snowflakes drifted in, the branches pressed with crystal ice skates, there was a wind blowing, the sound of cracking as my mother scolded me for not behaving well as a whisper. Looking at the people living below the people come and go to work, listening to the thick mud river flowing under the mountain, feel my family's geographical location how superior, firmly believe that this old elm tree is a brightest landscape in our village.
Sentence 4: In the summer season, the old elm tree is like a natural sun umbrella, stretching out its huge arms, giving us a green shade. After school, a few of our friends will take the schoolbag to move a small stool around the old tree reading and writing; sometimes the neighborhood of men and women, young and old will also move a small stool to the shade of the tree; men smoking a dry cigarette, bare or talk about the growth of crops, or tell some strange and bizarre stories that we do not understand; the women are on the side of the bottom of the shoe, while chattering about a few trivial, and sometimes also issued a giggle, and then the old elm tree. The women are talking about some trivial things while they are nailing the soles of their shoes, and now and then they will also let out a giggle.
Sentence 5: The elm is the most common tree in the northern border, you can see its shadow everywhere in the field. It is extremely strong vitality, in the spring, the wind blew the elm money into the ditch, between the cracks of the rock, the Gobi, after a spring rain, the young shoots of the green fuzzy elm tree will grow, not a few days of work, green elm saplings grow into a piece. However, the arid climate of the northern border, they will slowly wither and die due to lack of water, but the elm tree is not discouraged, every spring, still put their own heart flower - elm flowers persistently sprinkled to the earth. So there are always a few through the difficulties and dangers of the fluke survived to grow into a big tree. Therefore, when we ride through the vast land in the northern border, you can always see some lonely elm trees from the window, lush and proudly standing on the roadside or in the wilderness, became the most beautiful scenery in the wilderness.
Sentence 6: In the spring, the old elm tree put on a new green, leisurely open branches and leaves. A few of us will climb the tree with a bamboo basket to stroke the elm money, stroked down, we will be yelling for our mother to steam and eat. Mother put the elm money into the water to wash clean, and then mixed with cornmeal, put into a cage drawer steamed, and then mixed with a little chili, garlic, sesame oil and other condiments, in the sixties and seventies can really be called a delicacy. Mother each gave us a big bowl, we are like a hungry wolf like a big mouth to swallow, in a short time we will be a bowl of steamed elm money ate all.
Sentence 7: Seeing the elm money and leaves all eaten up, the long spring drought has just begun, my father decided to cut down the tree to take its bark. He borrowed a saw from the carpenter's house behind the house and sawed with his second sister for a whole afternoon. Peel off the cracked bark, revealing the layer of milky white flesh, peeled off layer by layer with a knife, cooled and dried in the sun and then crushed on the grinder, it was processed into the raw material for steamed dumplings. The flavor was even better than the elm money cake. So our family ate the whole summer, through the natural disaster of the most serious season.
Sentence 8: In the fall and winter, the wind is cold and bitter, although the old elm tree retreats from the green, but still stand tall, resist the wind and cold, resist loneliness. The change of society, the change of the years, it has nothing to do with it. When I was a child, I often sat in front of the house and thought, in the future, if I grow up, I want to be like the old elm tree, with love to nourish all the people around the need to help, with wisdom to interpret the life of the world, but also like the old elm tree, through the frost and snow, always perseverance, honor and disgrace.
Sentence 9: Early listening to my father said, they just came to the northern border of the Andijai Sea when the land, there are a piece of reeds and some of the few elm trees. When people burned the land, they burned some trees to death. The old elm tree on the roadside of the old regiment is the only one left. When I was a child, I used to play under the tree. The trunk of the elm tree was so thick that several of us children couldn't fit around it holding hands. The tree is more than thirty meters high, the canopy covers the sky, the leaves are very large, almost compared to the poplar tree leaves. Every year in the spring when the smell of elm money, we moved a high ladder and climbed up the tree, picking elm money like the size of a two-cent coin, enjoying the sweet aroma of elm money. Therefore, I still have a vivid memory of it.
The 10th sentence: the old elm tree has not said how many years, listening to grandpa said he was growing up under the old elm tree, when it is almost like now, grandpa spent his childhood under the old tree, walked through his eighty years of life. Dad also practiced under the old elm tree, traveled all over the world, hard-working rich. It can be said that several generations of our family are the same to witness its experience and ancient.
The 11th sentence: in my childhood in March and April, the spring breeze makes the old elm tree come to life: sprouting, long leaves, flowers, fruits, step by step to the branches and leaves, deep shade of green. Its leaves are very small, ovoid, leaf edge is serrated, leaf veins clear, touch it a bit like the feeling of linen now. The old elm tree is full of white and yellow elm money, in the slight spring breeze, it's the faint fragrance on the diffusion, drunk my family's farmyard, but also drunk my childhood.
Sentence 12: Now, many years have passed, the school elm tree's ` body, have grown to a person to hold, and branches and leaves. A free time, I like to stroll through the forest, looking for those pieces of childhood warm memories, the elm tree gently beckons to me, the leaves sweetly with my thoughts fluttering. I think everyone has an idol in their heart. My idol is these elm trees, it uses the tenacious life, in the earth to hold up a piece of vibrant green. It is a great husband in my heart, no matter in the vast wilderness, or a beautiful oasis. The elm tree has only one belief, put down roots, with the hymn of life to write a green chapter. These are not called people praise ah!
Sentence 13: Another elm dance season, the old elm tree ah old elm tree, you can see swaying in the spring wind, a string of golden yellow elm money, whether it is the second sister that sweet smile? The spring wind shook the elm leaves of the clattering sound, whether there is her innocent laughter?
The 14th sentence: decades have passed, the old elm tree is still standing like the past, and appear more pale and thick, but I did not realize their own ambitions and dreams, can only hide in the city in a corner, all the time in order to simply survive and busy, but the busier I am, the more to the middle-aged, the more I miss the hometown, miss my childhood, miss the hometown of the old elm tree! ......
Sentence 15: Spring is here again, the land of Shanyang in March, although the cold still remains, but if the heart to experience, you will feel the breath of spring. Seeing the people who have held in the house for a winter began to take to the streets like the spring flowers to feel the warmth of spring. Fields of wheat seedlings dressed in green, grass spit out buds, at this time I suddenly remembered the old elm tree in front of my hometown, I do not know whether it is still standing, full of vigor.