When I was a child, you used to lie beside me and watch ants. I blocked the poisonous sunshine for you with my branches and leaves. When your family comes back from work, they often sit next to me and enjoy the cool air, listening to the gentle songs of birds and cicadas singing endlessly.
Once you found a bird's nest on my branches and leaves. You climbed up naughty, but you didn't fall down well. Fortunately, it's not very high. You just sprained your foot. Your mother is very angry and wants to cut me down with an axe. I cried until you let me, and then your mother gave up. I really should thank you for this, but I am just a tree, a tree with only roots and branches.
Later, when you grow up, your parents will also go to work in other places, leaving you to live with your grandparents. You often sit next to me and think about something. I know you want your parents to go home once, which also makes you have countless disappointments. Finally, one day your parents came back, and you were overjoyed, with only a faint smile on your face. I know you're happy. In a few days, your parents will go out again. Although you don't want to, you just said: Don't worry, I can take care of myself and my grandparents. So you have the next expectation. Next time you sit next to me, I really want to talk to you, but I am just a tree, which can only give people shade.
You often see birds playing on my branches. I know you want to know why there is no bird's nest on my branch. Why are there birds? Because birds also know my loneliness, they often come to accompany me. I look forward to it as much as you do when they go out. When they had an affair, I became their safe haven, and they often helped me out. ...
Although I am just a tree, I also understand your expectation and loneliness.