Sentences praising willow trees

This is the only willow I saw on the plateau. I'm standing here, looking around, behind me is a continuous cast iron castle peak, and nearby is vilen, which is showing the ups and downs of ochre, and there are no trees at all. Vilen without trees is extraordinarily simple and open, and also extraordinarily slender and desolate. How did this willow grow and grow, and how did it create such a spectacular and independent landscape on the plateau? This willow is about two folds thick, and the dense branches and leaves cover the shade of about 100 square meters; Trunk and branches are pig iron ingot color, rough and hard; The leaves are so green, so lush and so deep, which naturally makes people feel the unique exercise of life color caused by the lack of water in the plateau; It stands on the plateau, giving people a strong appeal of life force. I can't help guessing and imagining that the wind rolled a catkin from a distant river to the plateau and scattered it here at will. It happened to rain that year, and it was lucky to germinate. The wind blew clouds of catkins here and grew a small willow tree. The continuous drought that followed made all willow seedlings delicate, and only this willow miraculously saved its life. Since ancient times, people may see willow seedlings sprout in spring and die in summer year after year. Maybe they survived a long drought, but they couldn't escape the harsher cold. Drought and cold will never tolerate any green life living to one year old, and this willow tree will cause an incredible miracle, a Millennium miracle, a Millennium miracle. It is impossible to guess whether it belongs to the super seed. I am still immersed in the emotional world of imagination: how many times has a willow tree grown so thick experienced a life-killing plateau snowstorm, and how many times has it been frozen to death and recovered? How many times has it experienced overwhelming thunder and lightning, the branches have been cut off and new branches have been pulled out again; It is destroyed again and again, but it can come back to life again and again. Is this tenacity and luck, or is it a blessing from heaven? Bahe River in my hometown is famous for willow trees. How many pen, ink and tears did poets and poets shed on the willow branches there? However, in the face of this willow tree in Qinghai Plateau, I admire the awe-inspiring scene. Yes, the willow trees by the Bahe River in my hometown do have a history that I am proud of. Every time I recite those farewell poems, I will have a deep nostalgia for my hometown. However, the willow branches near the water in my hometown grow very easily. If a willow branch is inserted, it will sprout and grow, and it will become a graceful willow tree in three or two years. Catkin flying all over the sky landed on the beach, and then suddenly emerged like reeds. How hard does this willow tree on the Qinghai Plateau have to pay to save its life? Be a willow, and the road of life will be far away from the fate of life! This willow tree did not complain about its own fate, nor did it fear the danger and hardship of survival, nor did it compare with others, nor did it envy the intestines and stomachs of similar chickens by the river. Instead, it gathered all the physical and mental strength to fight against the living environment, and with unimaginable perseverance and tenacious survival and development, it finally created the magnificent scenery on the plateau: fate gave it almost 99 ways to die, but it achieved a shade in a glimmer of hope.