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留两个柿子看树

        ①小时候，父亲在外地，母亲一人担起了家中所有的农活，里里外外忙个不停。在生活中母亲处处教导我们节俭，摘柿子的时候不论大小都让我和弟弟摘下来。

        ②挨着院墙有一排柿子树，黑黑的躯干，粗糙的树皮，一如历尽岁月沧桑的长者，安详、淡定。霜浓秋重的时候，柿树上果实累累，不甘寂寞的柿叶，被秋染红，随风而动，远远望去好像一团火。那些饱满而丰润的柿子很快就褪去少女般的青涩，追寻着岁月的脚步由金黄圆润转身披上红彤彤的嫁衣，坠在枝头闪动着红色的亮光，特别诱人。

        ③每到收获的季节，母亲总让我和弟弟爬到树上去，想方设法把柿子摘下来。甚至连树梢上带着青色斑点的小柿子也不放过。在母亲的监督下，所有的柿树都会被我们“扫荡”很多遍。母亲顶着一块蓝色的方巾在树下接着，更不忘叮嘱我们小心点，小心点。记得有一次，在母亲的指挥下，我爬到高高的树梢上摘柿子，大个的“红灯笼”尽收篮里，剩下的柿子青色还未褪尽，小小的如同棉桃子，我嫌小没有摘。母亲却不以为然，她说：“摘下来都是钱，放在树上一分钱换不到，多可惜啊。你的学费就是这些柿子换来的。”后来，母亲用竹竿做成网套，还是把那些柿子套了下来。乡下的人家底薄，日子都算计着过，手指缝张大一点都是浪费。母亲说：“一个柿子可以换来一碗茶，该节省的还是要节省。”

        ④从那后我记住了母亲的话，每年都把树上的柿子摘得干干净净。

        ⑤月滚着月，年滚着年。后来，我们兄妹都离开了家乡，回家的次数越来越少。上次回家，已是深秋，天高雾浓，落叶像断魂的金蝴蝶摇摆着生命最后的舞姿，遍地枯黄。一群群南飞的大雁从北方驮着初冬的寒气到来。光秃秃的柿树，尖尖的顶枝直刺着灰色而悠远的天空，如记忆一样悠远、渺茫。树枝在风中颤抖着，等待着冬去，树上只剩下孤独的红柿子。

        ⑥我爬到树上把那些“红灯笼”一个个从树上摘下来，看到树梢上还剩下两个大而红的柿子，我沿着树枝向前挪动脚步，想把它们摘下来。而那一刻母亲却说，“别摘了，留着吧。”我说：“留着是浪费，摘下来吧。”母亲说：“留两个柿子看树，树老了，一个柿子都没有也是很难过。”

        ⑦我愕然，转而一阵心酸。是啊！树老了，一个柿子都没有——真难过！

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    That cold January night,I was growing sick of my life in San Francisco.There I was,walking home at one in the morning after a tiring practice at the theatre.With the opening night only a week away,I was still learning my lines.I was having trouble dealing with my part-time job at the bank and my acting at night at the same time.As I walked,I thought seriously about giving up both acting and San Francisco.City life had become too much for me.

    As I walked down empty streets under tall buildings,I felt very small and cold.I began running,both to keep warm and to keep away from any possible robbers.Very few people were still out except a few sad-looking homeless people under blankets.

    About a block from my apartment,I heard a sound behind me.I turned quickly,half expecting to see someone with a knife or a gun.The street was empty.All I saw was a shining streetlight.Still,the noise had made me nervous,so I started to run faster.Not until I reached my apartment building and unlocked the door did I realize what the noise had been.It had been my wallet falling to the sidewalk.

    Suddenly I wasn't cold or tired anymore.I ran out of the door and back to where I'd heard the noise.Although I searched the sidewalk anxiously for fifteen minutes,my wallet was nowhere to be found.

    Just as I was about to give up the search,I heard the garbage truck pull up to the sidewalk next to me.When a voice called from the inside,"Alisa Camacho"I thought I was dreaming.How could this man know my name?The door opened,and out jumped a small red-haired man with an amused look in his eye."Is this what you're looking for" he asked,holding up a small square shape.

    It was nearly 3 a.m. by the time I got into bed.I wouldn't get much sleep that night,but I had gotten my wallet back.I also had gotten back some enjoyment of city life.I realized that the city couldn't be a bad place as long as people were willing to help each other.