I am a seed, the first time I landed on the land of China, my life began. I love this land. In her hotbed, I absorbed the good nourishment, bathed in the sunshine of Datong, watered the harmonious rain and dew, slept, laughed and grew. Gradually break ground, sprout and grow into branches. Every day of my life is joyful, and I enjoy the process of growing up quietly. I have also been baptized by wind and rain, and I have also been hit by first frost. However, I never gave in. At this time, I just put my roots deeper in the soil. After repeated tempering, my branches gradually became thicker, and also propped up the lush shade, just like the simple and thick lines of calligraphy and the rich colors of Chinese painting. My leaves are oily and green, growing into clusters, bright and moving, moist, as if covered with elegant jade ornaments. The most graceful thing is that one day, the branches spit out small buds, and after a spring breeze, a tree was actually full of flowers, rouge-colored flowers, delicate and charming, with the grace of peony, the elegance of lotus and the fragrance of jasmine, as delicate as the delicate lines in Suzhou embroidery. What is even more surprising is that the flowers are in full bloom, and the branches are covered with delicate small fruits, emitting intoxicating fragrance. The unique fragrance permeates the elegance of the Book of Songs, the fragrance of Tang poetry and the richness of Song poetry. Yes, I have grown into a big tree. I believe that I am beautiful, and this beauty is given to me by this land. She gave me a warm embrace, rich nutrients, a heavy background, perseverance and elegant temperament. I love and appreciate this land and have been watching this home. Then, one day, my fruit gave birth to new seeds. ......
second generation
I am the second generation of the seed family. When I was a child, I hid in a shell. Sometimes I can't restrain my curiosity, so I secretly take a look at the outside world from the crack in the shell hanging on the branch. I saw the blue sky at first sight, and it seemed more wonderful at the other end of the sky. I asked my mother what was on the other side of the sky, and she said that she just paid attention to the thick soil under her feet, took root deeply, loved the Yangtze River and Yellow River on this land, and had no idea about the scenery outside the sky. So, at that time, my heart was full of yearning: to see the scenery on the horizon.
One day, I was independent and free, and the wind took me away, far away. After a day on the other side, I landed on another piece of land. This is a different world. I am nourished by Christian fraternity, blowing the breeze of individualism and watering the rain and dew of scientific rationality. I felt strange at first, but I grew up, but I was not as beautiful and strong as my mother. I always feel that this is not my land, and I am a little different from the surrounding trees. Moreover, I miss my native land more and more. In the world of strong coffee, I still miss the fragrance of green tea more; In the fiery atmosphere, I still miss the subtle charm more; In the pages of letters, I still miss the feeling of those square characters more. I realized that I was different from the trees around me because I had injected the genes of the Chinese nation when I was a seed. It has already been soaked with blood, unforgettable and condensed in my heart! Even if I am in a foreign land, I can never erase it. I want to find my own cultural foundation and spiritual blood. If I can't achieve it, I will let the next generation go back and stick to our homeland. Fortunately, I still bore fruit and gave birth to seeds.
third generation
I am the third generation of the seed family. My mother told me that the land under her feet was not our hometown, and she wanted me to go back to my hometown. She also said that she always looked up at the sky and was too obsessed with the other side of the sky, but now she misses that land more. What she said made me a little confused, but I remember that I had a mission: to go back and see my hometown.
When I can be independent, I try my best to float back to the land where my ancestors grew and multiplied in the wind. Maybe it's in my genes. I am well adapted to the environment here. I like the kind and harmonious atmosphere here, the accumulation of poetry, calligraphy and music here, the elegance of piano, chess and calligraphy here, the delicate and soft soil here, the quiet and warm rain here and the warm and pleasant sunshine here. I grew up quietly, which seems to be a replica of my grandparents' experience. However, when I was flourishing and gradually extended to the blue sky, I understood my mother's yearning for the blue sky. I am different from my grandparents, because I know that there are really beautiful scenery on the other side of the blue sky, where freedom, democracy, scientific rationality and truth-seeking shine; And I am different from my mother, because the soil in my hometown is at my feet, and I have deeply rooted. It is this kind of integration that my lush branches and leaves continue to extend, getting closer and closer to the sky and broadening my horizons. Only then did I see that I was not only a tree, but also many others. I smiled and greeted them with branches and leaves, and they smiled and brushed them. They also embrace the dream of looking up at the blue sky and strive to grow up; At the same time, they are also trying to take root in the land under their feet, absorb its nutrients and never abandon it. In the end, it will grow into a towering tree, flourishing, giving back the shade and fruit to the land that raised it, and at the same time contributing its youth and fragrance to the forest of trees in the world. I believe that this is also the most suitable way for me and future generations to grow up.
Although we belong to different regions and bathe in different cultures, we are all deeply guarding our homes and holding yearning and respect for the outside world. As a result, the whole earth is covered with trees and leaves, and everyone grows up together and lives in peace. -This is the beautiful world of great cultural integration that we yearn for most.