“树是温暖的,因为树有心。”我对大树的喜爱,缘于这句话。那个时候我读大二,疯狂的爱着日本漫画。每天下午,我都会带着几本漫画书,一个人静静靠着校园的樱花树,打发掉半天的时间。那天,当我看到这句话的时候,一阵微风吹过,树上那如雪的樱花轻轻飘落,其中有几片洒在了我的书上,好像在暗示着我什么,我抬头,四月的阳光就晃花了我的眼,心里 “The tree is warm because of the tree’s heart.” My love for the tree is due to this sentence. At that time I was sophomore, crazy love Japanese comics. Every afternoon, I will take a few comic books, a person quietly leaning against the campus cherry tree, send away half a day. On that day, when I saw these words, a slight breeze blew through the trees, and the snow-like cherry trees fell gently. Some of them spilled on my books, as if they were hints of me. I looked up, The sun in April dazzled my eyes, my heart