Tree and Leaf met, fell in love and knew each other, and clung to each other, but they never held hands and stayed together for life.
trees and leaves, after the tender whispers in spring and the passionate love in summer, in early autumn, their love bloomed more brilliantly in the autumn wind, and their love was as sweet as honey. By the Mid-Autumn Festival, their love was fruitful. Just as the leaves were immersed in the ocean of happiness of love, the tree decided to give up the leaves. The leaves are heartbroken, but they are attached to the warm embrace of the tree. They are attached to the days when they fell in love and knew each other, and they are reluctant to leave. They are eager for the tree to have room to keep her, but the tree is silent and ignores her. The leaves sigh helplessly and leave the tree sadly.
The wind is cold, my heart is sad, and the leaves wander in the air alone, swaying with the wind, and I don't know where my home is. Leaves of hesitation, helplessness, injustice, sadness, bitterness ... Everything, the original tree knows. Because when the leaf turned to leave the tree, the tree kept staring at the leaf silently. He wept bitterly, and the tears fell like rain. The tree was heartbroken, painful and empty, but the tree still chose to be silent ...
After the leaf left, the tree muttered sadly: Ye, I'm sorry, it's not that I'm heartless, it's not that I don't keep you, nor do I love you. My beloved leaves, only in the autumn when the leaves fall, are the alternation of four seasons, which is a natural law. I can't stop them, and I can't do anything about it. I can't shelter you from the wind and rain any more.
I can't give you enough warm oxygen. I know that only the wind can give you courage, bring you to the warm land and bring you happiness. Therefore, I can only choose to give up, and only pray to heaven for gifts, giving you eternal happiness, eternal youth and beauty!
The tree's heart floated with the wind, floated into Ye's ears and heart. Ye finally understood the true feelings of the tree and how selfless the tree loved her. Ye smiled and cried like raindrops.
When the leaves are relieved, the tree will have no regrets. The leaves and the tree say goodbye for the last time in the wind, remember each other's appearance, meet each other in the afterlife, and continue their love. Ye drifted away with the wind in the pity eyes of the tree, and with the love and blessing of the tree, she fearlessly searched for another new world belonging to her leaves.
The leaves smiled, the tree smiled, waved goodbye again, and the leaves will dance in the wind again and go away ...
In fact, we are all the same. Not all people who love each other can follow their inclinations and stay together for life. When it's time to give up, we should give up, get up the courage and give up resolutely, and don't be resentful. Cherish each other's love, meet in the afterlife, meet again if there is a fate, and then continue love. This is the highest state of love, and it is also a way of selfless dedication to love. Tree and Leaf Classic Prose 2
Autumn has come, so quietly. At this time, the geese have flown to the far south, and all kinds of plants have withered and flowers have withered. This is a sad season, like a black-and-white movie, the whole world has lost its usual color.
On a cool morning, an autumn wind took the last leaf away from the tree. Like a butterfly, the leaf fluttered and whirled in the sky, and finally landed quietly on the ground. When the tree woke up, there was no trace of Ye. It was very anxious and quickly shouted, "Ye, where are you?" At this time, Ye heard the call of the tree and quickly responded: "I am here, I am at your feet." The tree looked down, and sure enough, it was lying at his feet. The tree said, "Why did you leave me? I have been so kind to you, always giving you water, feeding you nutrients, and trying to grow up so that you can get more sunshine. I love you so much that you just left quietly, "Ye said." I didn't leave you. I am actually still by your side! " The tree didn't listen to Ye. It just felt that Ye was so heartless.
in a blink of an eye, a year has passed. It is the spring of another year, everything is revived, and the tree is full of vitality and begins to grow. The tree strives to grow roots and absorb water and nutrition from all around. At this time, the leaves have decayed, turned into a pool of fertile soil, moistened the tree, and integrated into the body of the tree. Soon, the tree sprouted again. After a few months, these buds grew into leaves again. One of the leaves looked like the last one, and the tree said to it, "You look like an old friend of mine." The leaf said, "I am the last leaf. I didn't lie to you. I didn't leave you." I have been watching you silently and caring about you. You and I are always one. "
The story of trees and leaves reminds me of people's feelings. People often lament that their favorite people have left them. "The moon is full of rain and shine, and people have joys and sorrows. It's impossible to complete this matter." Sometimes the people we love leave us, which doesn't mean that they are really disloyal to us. I think they are always watching us, but we just don't know it. Sometimes a short parting may be to get along with each other for a longer time in the future. Therefore, I hope that people will not be so sad when they leave, and they should know how to let go. It is not good for them to let go blindly. Try to live happily and happily, so that when they come back, we can meet them with a better look. Even if they don't come back, they will be glad to see us living happily.
so I want to say: not all parting is sad, but more contains a kind of hope. Tree and Leaf Classic Prose 3
There are no two identical leaves in the world.
I used to stare at those leaves in the sun, flashing a little light, and then in the breeze, big, small, green, light yellow, sunny and not sunny, all the leaves were swaying gently. --------that is the happiness and joy of a tree.
Ye won't refuse sunshine and happiness because it is different from others.
however, people may.
I used to go shopping for shoes with my companions, and I have always admired her dress style and tried my best to imitate it. So, when she chose a pair of shoes, I also shouted, waiter, I'll try it on, too. I tried it on smugly, only to find that she had put down her shoes and took a fancy to another pair.
I'm so disappointed. I've been putting those shoes in the cupboard, too lazy to look at them or wear them.
I found out later that, in fact, I am totally different from her. She is slim and keeps clamouring for weight gain, while I am clamouring for weight loss every day. Her style is quite different from mine. How can you blindly imitate it! I remembered that silly boy who went to Handan to learn to walk. Am I not the same as him? It's just that I haven't completely forgotten how to walk.
Of course, it's understandable to learn from other people's clothes, but it's not a big mistake to change them, even if they don't, they just hurt people's eyes. But in life, we always blindly learn to be others, of course, not just like me, just learn from others to dress and wear shoes, and we can still get tolerance. What about the others? Can they?
an office where everyone is sitting. The people on the stage are eloquent, and the people under the stage are either frowning or playing with their mobile phones, as if they have nothing to do with themselves, and as if they have already been in the distant Pacific Ocean.
The people on the stage finally finished, so they asked, "Are there any other different opinions?"
Everyone in the audience suddenly smiled: "You're right, it's perfect, there's nothing missing."
The people on the stage also hold their heads high, as if they are really the most perfect leaf standing at the top of the tree enjoying the most abundant sunshine.
everyone in the audience looked up. It seems that the blood flowing in oneself is exactly the same as him, and it is the most perfect similarity or even the same with him.
At this time, someone in the audience may want to be himself, but he will never have the courage.
Because only by keeping a high degree of consistency with the people on the stage can he get his sunshine and live happily.
So, all the people became that one person.
afterwards, it seems that the whole world has become one person.
maybe I should take a magnifying glass in one afternoon, and go from tree to tree and from mountain to mountain to see if all the leaves in the world are exactly the same!
and the leaves are the same.
even its roots are the same. Tree and Leaf Classic Prose 4
Time the old man announced that beginning of winter had died.
It's getting colder and colder. People put on heavy clothes one after another, and the girls' hair is refreshing and messy. Many children and old people are blown to the hospital outpatient building and inpatient beds, suffering from illness and having to take out a lot of money. Even the tried and tested middle-aged people are hunched and rubbing their hands, and they are full of curses on winter. Cleaning workers who leave early and return late wave their tools from time to time and throw their anger at the tumbling leaves.
This is winter, which many people hate.
but I am full of endless attachment to winter. It was winter when I was a child, and it was winter in the country. The winter at that time was warm, beautiful and intoxicating.
before I was 12 years old, I studied and lived in the countryside of my hometown. Every winter, we children have a sense of mission, voluntarily pick up tools, hug leaves, string leaves, scrape snow grass, brush and simmer, and sit on the hot heatable adobe sleeping platform to create a happy myth in winter.
heatable adobe sleeping platform was an oven and radiator in rural areas in the past. Leaves are an important fuel for burning kang and a strategic resource in winter. Whoever has a large pile of leaves will have a warm winter. Because the main energy of adults is to earn work points, children become the main force to hug leaves. Therefore, children regard leaf hugging as a profession, as a competition and competition of ability.
every winter after lunch, I, who is still relatively small, carry a bamboo basket, hold a bamboo rake, or a rake made of thick iron wire and wood, and go down to the nearby ditch with four or five children to hug the leaves. On the slopes on both sides of the ditch, there are patches of winter forest (it should be a kind of poplar from now on) and acacia forest. In winter, the branches are long and leafy, and the leaves are wide and thick, which is resistant to burning and easy to hug. The acacia tree is small in shape and leaves, so it is more troublesome to hug it. We usually hug the leaves of the winter tree first, and then hug the leaves of the acacia tree. When they get to the ditch, some older children will be careful to divide a place with many big leaves into their own territory and let others stay away from him. Although the younger children have opinions, there is no obvious dissatisfaction. Everyone rushed to hug the leaves in piles, and then took them into the basket separately. When they were full, they pressed them with their hands and used their feet. Some children, the basket is full, but there are still leaves to hug, so they break some small branches and insert them around the basket. In today's words, they just make a heightening box to hold them. If you can't finish loading it, give it to other good friends. In this process, if you are not careful, your hands and feet will be pricked and bled by thorns mixed in the middle of leaves. This kind of thing is common, and children are not afraid. If they find a thorn, they will pinch it with their nails and pull it out by hand, or when they go back, they will find their own sewing needles to pick it out.
come together and go back together. Some children are small, and their baskets are too full to carry. If they can't, other children will help them. Downhill is easy, uphill is difficult. The basket is empty when going downhill, but solid when going uphill. The slope in the ditch is relatively long, about 8 meters, relatively steep, about 4 degrees. I haven't walked much, and my whole body will sweat slightly. Although I didn't wear socks or gloves, I was so hot that I wanted to take off my clothes. When going uphill, we often have to rest once or twice, but instead of putting the basket on the ground, we lean the basket on the half cliff, hold the rake in one hand, stand for a few minutes, and then carry it up.
back to the flat, I walked less than 1 meters, and I went home. I poured the leaves from the basket on the pile of leaves in the past, and when I saw that the pile of leaves was bigger, I felt indescribable joy, and the warmth in my heart increased a little. I shouted at myself, "Grandma, I'm back with my arms around the leaves." My grandmother, who was sewing on the kang, quickly replied, "The dog baby is back. Wash her hands. There are hot red taro in the pot and take it to the kang to eat." At this time, I always feel extremely happy and sweet in my heart, which is my grandmother's reward. I quickly took off the door buckle, pushed open the door of the kitchen, leaned the washbasin against the water urn, scooped up half a spoonful of water, washed my hands, uncovered the wooden lid, took out a little hot red taro, turned my left hand upside down and my right hand upside down, and went into the wing where my grandmother lived. Grandma said happily, "get on the kang and sit at the window and the kang eye door. It's the hottest here." I sat on it, where it was really the warmest, and my hands were a little hot when I was seated. Sometimes I hug the leaves and come home, and I eat glutinous rice noodles (steamed buns made of glutinous rice noodles are very sweet), and sometimes I eat sweet persimmons warmed in a pot. While eating these good things, I always feel happy when I listen to my grandmother telling interesting stories in the village, ancient and modern (riddles) and stories. The story of Wang Xiang lying on ice and flipping bowls was told to me at that time, and it is still fresh in my memory.
Children who are too young to hug the leaves in the ditch voluntarily find a thin bamboo that is two or three feet long, so that parents can insert a corncob at one end and make the other end sharp. They took this tool and tied leaves near their home. When they were full, they took it down and put it on the pile of leaves at home. Their red faces also make the cold winter warm.
Without the leaves, we children aim at the grass around the village. These grasses are like grass on lawns in cities now, with thin leaves, but lower, and not as dense as grass on lawns. We call this grass snow grass. In winter, snow grass dries up. Our way to deal with snow grass is to use a tool called scraping. This scraping is also simple, that is, cutting a piece of wood slightly thicker than an adult's arm into a length of about one foot and five inches, sawing a deep trench with a saw, padding it with a bit of shredded wet cloth, installing a blade and installing a wooden handle. We children take this kind of scraping, go to places with a lot of snow and grass, scrape it around, and scrape the land clean. Without much effort, we can scrape a lot of snow and grass, which is much easier than going to the ditch to hug the leaves. There is a lot of fine soil in the blown snow grass. When we are pulling, we gently pull on the pile with our hands and leave the soil behind. In a short time, a cage will be filled.
another way to deal with snow grass is to brush it with jujube brush. This jujube brush looks like a mop now on the ground. The mop cloth is made of thorny thorns and is relatively dense. People who brush with jujube are sometimes older children, and sometimes people in their sixties and seventies. Use jujube brush to deal with snow grass, not brush snow grass, but brush simmer. At that time, there was a joke that spread among children and adults. Say it's a distant view, misty mountains and fog, let's go.