Looking up at the big tree
The birds in the forest flutter and the butterflies in the flowers fly. A dead leaf fell from his head and covered his face. Looking up, the tree straight into the sky made me dizzy.
I don't know where the emerald green comes from, but it makes people feel that the withered wood is springing up. There are many feelings in my heart, and the vicissitudes are ancient. Has it not been here for many years? Or I'm too small compared to it, and I feel like a drop in the ocean. No leaves of it, can not stop the light, are sprinkled on my face. It's lonely, standing still. It must also want to walk on the ground, the tree is naughty. Thick and thin branches stretch, carrying more than ten years of wind and frost. In fact, people should be honest and stay in a place, recognize the place, and look forward to the upward direction. They have been fighting for more than ten years, until they become a big tree to enjoy the cool from a young tree. We are all saplings. We are often dug up by people. We can't stay in any piece of land. In the end, we can't even get a little green. The tree above me has been here all my life. If it can talk, it must want to chat with me. Close to it, the sense of vicissitudes hit my heart, looked up, as if endless. Look up, look up, we can only use look up to describe the heart of the vision, yearning to become such a seemingly indomitable appearance.
It is still purifying the city, which is more realistic than all environmental protection activities. From green leaves to dead leaves, the dead leaves are buried in the soil and still absorb nitrogen dioxide. Again and again, one after another. Its strong branches block the wind and sand, which not only benefits mankind once. It has been carved circle after circle. That look up to see the end of the place, it is how a strong appearance.
Looking up at the big tree
I often look at the big tree in front of my old house in a daze. I don't know what I'm thinking, so I just look at it.
I think of the wreath woven by willow branches in my childhood, and the experience of climbing trees in my childhood. In my mind, who said that trees would keep growing high? In my memory, that tree is always so high, so high.
"Dad, what kind of tree is this?"
"Dad, how high is the tree?"
"Will the tree grow high, dad?"
……
This sentence is repeated in my mind. As time goes by, who has a warm heart.
I don't know what kind of tree it is, and I don't want to know it. I want to leave a question for myself forever. Until the last moment, I can still think about what it is.
A wisp of sunlight penetrated through the leaves, I was moistened by the dew, sweet, from small to large, has been very like that green tree.
But memory can be deceiving.
He is not as tall as I remember. I gradually see the scars on him. It will grow well, but even if it grows well, it will be hurt. It is so high and so big, and now it has some problems.
"The tree will not grow high."
That's what grandfather said. Yes, it has reached the highest point in life, enjoying the prosperous scenery.
Every time I stay in my hometown for only a few days, the time is very short, so I don't see much. He has been standing there, rain or shine.
Don't you have to be ill fated in life? How far life can be is not what I can feel, but how high I can go is what I need to work hard for. I am a little confused. Is life going to reach the top forever?
I look up at uncle, just daydream of the rest of everything, so harmonious.
Looking up at the big tree
Contemporary human beings only like some beautiful things, buy a rich dog, and a name that is always thought to be higher than other people's dog, or sell potted flowers on the roadside. No matter how expensive they are, they move back home, but they don't take good care of them in life. They throw them in a place at will and claim to protect flowers and plants, which is nothing but showing off their vanity.
Now it's a greening period. Many people will not know how to buy some expensive trees, tall and big Wutong trees, small and graceful ginkgo trees, or deformed and strange metasequoia. Listen to people's appeal and buy whatever is popular, for fear that it will not keep up with the pace of society.
But for me, those who are beautiful, especially after improvement and breeding, although they are very special, most of them don't attract me so deeply. What I like is the kind of trees that grow freely on the roadside.
I love with luxuriant foliage and strong green hair. Year after year, months and years pass by. Exposed to wind and rain, day in and day out, the leaves of the ginkgo tree are still strong and strong. Unlike the Wutong tree, they are tall and big and tall. They are small and graceful. Because of its humorous appearance, it leaves him years and months.
Therefore, I admire it very much. This kind of tree will never compete with other trees for fame and wealth. It has been guarding its home in obscurity and purifying the environment with its own green. An ordinary tree can no longer be ordinary. It has made contributions and also lived brilliantly. It is worth learning.
Looking up at the big tree
I looked up at the big tree in front of me, looked at its branches pointing straight to the sky, and imagined how many storms, frustrations and hardships it had gone through before it had the strong body that the tree envied and the iron heart that it refined with time and hardship.
A few years ago, a seed landed on this beautiful continent, but a small place full of hard rocks became its home. He did not complain, nor could he complain. All day long trees cover most of the sunshine, and only a little comes to him. After others drink enough of the rain, they squeeze a little water out of the soil. In this crazy environment, it has only one idea, that is: "I want to live, I must live."
After a few years, the sapling grew up, but the small trunk can see its malnutrition, there is no way, can only absorb a little, desperately absorb a little, its heart has a yearning for the towering tree. However, a disaster came. The sky became overcast. A flash of lightning cut through the sky and hit a big tree. The tree fell down and all the animals in the forest ran away. It was also burned by the fire. Fortunately, the rain came and put out the fire. Half of the trees in the forest were burned, but it allowed it to enjoy the sunshine and drink the dew, I don't know how many times I have been struck by lightning, or how many branches have been blown away by the wind, but it still has that idea: "I want to live, I must live."
This may be a miracle. People need to be energetic and have a hope of life. No matter how bad the environment is, don't bow down or admit defeat, because your life is still strong and your body is still strong. You have hope for life, and life will give you a miracle. As long as you say to yourself, "I must live, I must live