When I was a child, I often heard the old man say that people live in the world and never hurt trees. Unless they have to use them, they should use them with gratitude That tree is the eye of the earth. So in my hometown, there is a rural rule, which is basically silently observed by everyone, and has gradually evolved into a habit, that is, not to cut down living trees. Even the bought wood, including the wood that will be used for longevity, should be bathed, dressed, incense and blessed before use, and several small trees should be planted in front of and behind the house.
In my hometown, trees grow well. There are many stories about trees.
That year, the Japanese occupied the village with guns. At first, they were peaceful. Later, they lost their guns and people and began to hurt the villagers. At that time, under the pressure of the Japanese at gunpoint, Chang Bao brought a strong man from the same village and gave my grandfather a stick to soak him in the jar all night before he came back to life. A few days later, the house where the Japanese slept was suddenly broken by old branches at night, and the old branches as big as half a tree were heavily pressed on the roof, crushing the girders, which happened to press on the Japanese, causing three deaths and one injury. The Japanese who came to deal with this matter turned around the old tree several times, left without saying anything, and did not embarrass the villagers. The old birthday girl in the village said that the old tree opened its eyes. Later, new branches grew out of the broken part of the old tree.
Three years after the disaster, people were hungry, so hungry that their mouths spit green water, their eyes turned blue and they ate nothing but what they saw. At that time, people were too hungry to open their eyes, but their sense of smell was particularly sensitive. Every few days, they can smell the food from the captain's door, but no one dares to look in. This summer, the old willow tree planted by the captain's family for hundreds of years withered day by day, and the magpie sitting in the nest on the tree disappeared. At this time, the captain's only son was kicked in the crotch by a well-kept mule at home and became a basket case. Moreover, the old willow is watered and fertilized at home, so it is still dry. Later, the people in the village knew that the captain's family had broken the public grain.
Every time the old birthday girl tells these stories, I feel awe and even fear in my heart. He said to the old birthday star, "Grandpa (not your biological relative), you made up these stories, didn't you?" The old birthday girl always smiles, touches my head and says to me, "Son, when you grow up, you will know whether what Grandpa said is true or not."
I haven't experienced the story told by Grandpa Tai, but his death is true. The night before his death, he called his family together to explain the aftermath, closed his eyes and said, "I don't need the birthday materials prepared for me, just pass them on." After I leave, you can buy two barrels for me to manage. Don't go against my will "The next day my grandfather left quietly. His family bought two vats according to his instructions and buried the old man in the strange cries of the villagers. But later, a poplar tree grew in front of the old man's grave. It grew straight and straight, and now no one can hold it.
Now back to my hometown, my village is picturesque and hidden among the trees. People here still keep the custom of raising and respecting trees, but there are many more fruit trees. Moreover, many fruits have become brands and entered supermarkets in major cities.
Whenever they say that they have made a fortune from trees, what they hear most is the old people's sentence: trees are the eyes of the earth.