童话里,森林深处总是神秘的。听说那儿有小屋,还有能够帮助人们实现愿望的老人。我盼望着,盼望着,盼望有一天能走进森林深处。这个愿望像一颗种子在我心中生根、发芽,一直到现在,我依然心存这个梦。奶奶家旁那条河前面有一片树林,大多是梧桐木,又高又密,像一个个挺立的哨兵。放眼望去,几乎望不到边,只看见那些灰白色的梧桐树干,斑斑点点的,看起来也有几 In the fairy tale, the depths of the forest are always mysterious. I heard there are huts and there are the elderly who can help people to fulfill their wishes. I am looking forward to looking forward to seeing one day enter the depths of the forest. This wish, like a seed in my heart rooted, sprouting, until now, I still feel the dream. There was a forest in front of the river beside Grandma’s house, mostly paulownia wood, high and dense, like a sentinel standing upright. Looking around, almost can not see the edge, only to see those gray sycamore trunks, speckled, looks a few