Spring, the willow on the thick branches of the sturdy arm like Hercules. Grow green branches on the the longer the long branches, such as long-bearded grandpa.
The tender branches are getting longer and longer, such as long claws Winter reminds me of the willow branches on the bald patch, but he or willow.
I stand here is to feel like a willow, that fine and long slender I like dancing in the wind hair.
The wind, I stood there quietly. Small ants come from the foot, told me yesterday, the hard digging, bird standing on my "hair" and my mother taught song ... ...
Oh, I am not a willow. If I were a willow, I was talking willow tree!
路边，一棵棵柳树像士兵一样站立着。
春天，柳树上的那粗壮的枝干好像大力士粗壮的胳膊。枝干上长出嫩绿的柳芽，枝干越长越长，像长胡子的爷爷。
枝干上的嫩芽也越来越长，像又窄又长的爪子。让我想起冬季那柳树上的枝干秃秃的，但他还是柳树。
我站在这里仿佛觉得自己就是一棵柳树，那又细又长的柳丝就像是我细长的头发随风舞动。
风吹过，我静静地站在那里。小蚂蚁从脚下走过，告诉我昨天挖洞的辛苦，小鸟站在我的“头发”上，唱给我妈妈教的歌……
哦，我不是柳树。如果我是柳树，我就是那棵会说话的柳树！