在快出镇子口的马路边上,有一棵古老的樱花树。叶子全都掉光了,树梢那细密的枝条,冒出了一粒粒一到春天就会开放的花蕾。“再过两三天,就到新年了,日子过得真快啊!”大树一边看着下面镇子里的繁忙景象,一边想。这时,大树前面,隔着一条马路的地方正好在举办一个公营市场,过年用的各种商品堆积如山,每当客人出出入入时,小伙计们都会对顾客说:“欢迎光临!”“谢谢您了!”人们的步伐显得异常地忙乱。 In the town near the mouth of the road, there is an ancient cherry tree. The leaves all fell out, the dense branches of the tree shoots, emerge a grain of rice as soon as spring will open buds. “In two or three days, on the New Year, the days flies!” The tree looks at the busy scene in the town below, thinking. At this time, in front of the tree, across the street just in the place of holding a public market, the New Year with a variety of commodities piled up, whenever guests out of the entrance, the little guys who will customers: “Welcome! ”“ Thank you! ”The pace of people seem unusually hectic.