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In front of my house, there is an ancient locust tree, which is said to have been around for decades.

The old pagoda tree stands there like a giant. From a distance, the houses around it look very small, and its trunk is so thick that it needs a person to hug it reluctantly. The bark is dark brown and very rough, as if there are ups and downs on the old man's face, recording the changes and passage of time.

The old locust tree is too old. Its roots extend around, and my friends and I play around it. It is this kind of roots that extend in all directions and crisscross that support the huge body of the old Sophora japonica and provide it with water and nutrients. This is a big tree. A thousand feet cannot be separated from that one.

The old pagoda tree has dense branches and leaves and looks like a giant umbrella from a distance. It is very cool to sit down in summer. People often enjoy the cool, chat, play chess and cards around it. The old pagoda tree is like a loyal old man, quietly listening to people's laughter, shaking his beard from time to time, and the swaying leaves make waves of ripples.

Every April and May, the old pagoda tree will also produce clusters of fragrant and elegant pagoda flowers, like clusters of wind chimes, swaying back and forth in the wind. Birds croak from time to time and whisper something. They must be reporting something to the old locust tree, right? At this time, the whole village is filled with faint fragrance, and people are deeply intoxicated in it. Enjoy the generosity of the old locust tree.

Ah, old locust tree, you have witnessed the changes of the times in these decades. You must be happy for us, otherwise, you