Mother in the Balsam Camphor Tree Answers are as follows:
①The first acquaintance with the Balsam Camphor Tree was a business trip to Fengxian Bay, Shanghai a few years ago. At that time, in early summer, I happened to see a kind of tree on both sides of the road, which I have never seen in the north, but it is everywhere here, so I was a bit curious.
This tree is neither aspen's tall, nor pine's great strength, curiosity turned into questions, why plant this tree?
Later, I learned that this is the balsam camphor tree, the name of the balsam camphor tree sounds a bit poetic, but the impression left on me is extremely ordinary, so that later slowly forget her.
②When I saw the balsam camphor tree again, it was a few years later. The Spring Festival has just passed, the north is still frozen, the Bay here can feel the breath of spring everywhere.
Both sides of the road, the factory, the campus can see the balsam camphor tree that green and beautiful figure. In my heart and then ordinary balsam camphor tree, is using its power of life, for the early spring painted with encouraging colors, ?
③This time to Fengxian Bay is a long-term work, at first really a little bit uncomfortable, walking in the noisy streets, listening to the words of passers-by, Shanghai dialect a do not understand, feel as if abroad. The humid and hot rainy season, coupled with the homesickness of my relatives in my hometown, made me feel lonely.
Outside the balcony of the house is a row of balsam camphor trees. Whenever the lights are on at night, the balsam camphor trees under the street lamps cast mottled shadows on the road. The sea breeze blew a rustling sound, the tree shadow, swaying with the wind, to open their mouths to speak but want to speak and then stop.
The camphor trees are flowing green, the night in the twilight became less cold, the shadow under the street lamps with a charming smile. At this time, although the balsam camphor tree is still so common, but the feeling is much more intimate, she has become my friend.
④The real favorite balsam camphor tree is a chance.
An early summer evening, with a few colleagues to play basketball, walking in the shade of the campus Avenue, the road of young boys and girls bustling stream. Suddenly, a breeze blew over, a light fragrance wafted over, take a deep breath, suddenly feel refreshingly pleasant. I asked my colleagues, where is the aroma?
This is the flavor of the balsam camphor tree ah, colleagues said calmly. I walked to a balsam camphor tree reached out and gently picked a branch to put in front of their own, suddenly felt a light fragrance immediately into my organs. The whole campus is surrounded by this light fragrance. At this time the balsam camphor tree, like the roadside to and fro laughing and talking to young girls and boys,