Classic prose about trees

As follows:

①The tree is particularly conspicuous among the greenery on the roadside, but it adds a bit of novelty and a bit of dream to the summer. The leaves of that tree are completely different from the autumn leaves, which are almost desolate, but it is like a fairy tale, like the colors accidentally painted by angels, bright and beautiful, like a fairy who is not afraid of the secular world.

② However, just after a hint of north wind blew, the wind became stronger and stronger. On the mountain side behind the house, something huge seemed to be happening. There was a whirring sound, and then a cloud of dust and other debris flew up, rushing towards the wind. The trees, all the trees, including the old trees, swayed in the wind, and seemed to get more and more excited as they swayed. The large crowns of the trees all faced one direction in the strong wind. From a distance, they looked like the long hair of a giant, floating in the wind.

③This is a peach tree, not the kind that only flowers but does not bear fruit. It produces pink flowers with pointed petals and can produce peaches. This peach tree is still very small, with almost no trunk, only a few pink buds and a few bright green buds. However, it is beautiful, at least in my eyes.

④ I walked out of the house with a cold heart and looked at the empty yellow tree from a distance. Although I didn’t know it clearly, I still felt that it still looked like me, like me. At this time I felt helpless and panicked. Life is extremely lonely, even a little hesitant about the true meaning of life.