在我们教学楼西北角的小院子,有一棵据说是已经活了近百年的老榕树。每当温柔的暖风从山凹那边吹来时,榕树总是微笑着换上嫩绿的衣装,枝叶向四周伸展,贪婪地吮吸春天的甘霖。在我看来,榕树好象一位仁慈的老人,而鸟儿是他胸怀里的子孙。鸟儿常常早起。我听到的鸟鸣总是在清晨时 In the small courtyard of the northwest corner of our teaching building, there is an old banyan tree which is said to have lived for nearly a hundred years. Whenever the gentle warm air blowing from the other side of the hill, the banyan tree always smiles and put on the green clothes, branches and leaves stretched around, greedily sucking the spring of the rain. In my opinion, the banyan seems like a benevolent old man, and the birds are the children in his breast. Birds often get up early. The birdsong I hear is always in the early hours of the morning