I am a tree
Spring comes early, the wind blows slowly, the rain falls lightly, the surroundings are full of greenery, and there are bright colors everywhere. Even some branches that are almost withered in winter still have goose-yellow buds. At this time, I will slowly stretch out the branches and leaves, slowly respond to the moisture of the sun, rain and dew, and add a strong color to my life. Looking at the blue sky, listening to the singing of the wind, appreciating the curves of the mountains, and pondering the singing of the birds, I live a comfortable and comfortable life. When summer comes, I will feel lucky. I have many partners. When the wind and rain come, we bear it together. When the sand ravages the earth, we fight side by side. The roots penetrate deeply into the ground, and the branches stretch high into the blue sky. In autumn, the golden leaves are flying all over the sky. What a beautiful dance it is. We don’t need fruits with attractive fragrance, nor do we need evergreen leaves all year round, but the mottled colors of fallen leaves are enough to fascinate us. Winter is coming to the earth, and we have nothing to worry about. We learn to stand in silence and accumulate the power of spring in silence. It's snowing heavily, and there is a vast expanse of white far and near. The snow on the branches is the flowers that we all bloomed together.
If I were a tree, I would like to grow in an inaccessible suburb, where the terrain is open, overgrown with weeds, and all kinds of bugs and small animals have their own free space to move. With their company, I You won't feel lonely. Here, I can enjoy the tranquility of the countryside and slowly appreciate the beautiful scenery of the countryside. At noon, the lazy sunshine shines on me without any hindrance. I can stretch out the branches and leaves and breathe freely. In the evening, in the afterglow of the setting sun, there are beautiful singing songs of returning birds. Bees are buzzing and busy, beetles are humming randomly, and frogs and cicadas are chirping alternately. It is a state of "the noisy cicadas make the forest quieter, and the birds singing mountains become more secluded".
If I were a tree, I would be willing to be an ordinary tree, a happy tree. If I were a tree, then I would be willing to be an ordinary little tree!
If I were a tree
If I were a tree, I would feel the caress of the sun, I would be grateful for the shade of the clouds, I would enjoy the breeze, I would Cherish the baptism of rain and dew. I want to walk through the seasons of my life calmly.
In the spring when everything revives, I cheer up and welcome the bright sunshine. My flowers are beautiful and the grass is cute, but I have green leaves and passion. From the beginning of the season, taking the sky and the earth as evidence, and taking the rivers and rivers as a mirror, I swear that I will stand firm on the earth, I want the mountains, I want the fresh air, and I want to keep the mountains and rivers green forever. Sometimes I am not cherished by people, but I am indispensable to human beings.
In the summer when hundreds of flowers are blooming, I cheer up the greenery to welcome the hot sun. The cicada sings loudly, but it is the only companion of my soul. With it as my companion, I am no longer lonely. I have been ignored by people for a long time, but I am willing to provide a shade for passers-by in the scorching heat. Looking at the smile on my face, my green leaves burned by the sun no longer feel pain.
In the colorful autumn, the green leaves all over my body gradually turned yellow and began to wither. They fell into the embrace of the earth, leaving only the lonely trunks. Facing the bleak autumn wind, I shivered with cold, but I did not bow to the autumn wind. At this time, the stubbornness in my bones became stronger. Facing the howl of the autumn wind, I ignored it and just cheered silently, sticking to my original promise.
In the winter when everything is withering, I stand tall and bravely face the wind and snow. The north wind calls wantonly, as if to demonstrate to me, I am unwavering and extremely strong. The snow was falling heavier and heavier, like a demon showing its teeth and claws. I was not afraid and fought bravely. I saw a branch of plum blossom on the cliff in front of me, blooming alone in the cold weather, still fragrant as before. I held my chest high, facing the raging snow, and persisted in my faith together with the plum blossoms. Just, I fell asleep.
I dreamed that the wind was blowing, the water was flowing, and it was beautiful spring again. I was bathed in the sunshine, as comfortable as a newborn baby; I was bathed in the spring breeze, as excited as a handsome young man. I play coquettishly and playfully in the spring light, and the green leaves bloom in the spring breeze.
If I were a tree, I would be brave and selfless. If I were a tree, I would be wise and noble. If I were a tree, I would bring coolness to everyone. If I were a tree, I would give everything. I will be a tree without any shame!
I am a tree
On a sunny morning, I, a sapling, poked my head out of the earth. I looked at this wonderful world with curiosity, and imagined myself becoming a big tree in the sky. But I have always had a doubt in my mind. Why are my companions and I arranged in such a regular, standard cross shape? I am illuminated by the sun every day, nourished by the rain and dew, and my body continues to grow day by day, which makes me happy: my dream of becoming a big tree in the sky is not far away! But why do birds always sigh at us every day when they fly by? I'll have to ask him. One day, when the bird passed by, I called him: "Why do you always sigh at us? Birdie.
The little bird looked at us and sighed: "Oh, you are so pathetic!" Let me tell you, you were planted in their fields by humans. In another six years, humans will cut you down and make furniture out of you. Enjoy these six years! "This is undoubtedly a bolt from the blue for me who wants to be a big tree in the sky. What should I do? What should I do? I am very upset because my future has no hope... In the days to come, I I was in a daze throughout the day, and at night I dreamed that I had been chopped down. I was no longer the cheerful person I used to be! But time would not slow down with my sadness. Six years had passed in the blink of an eye. Humans carried chainsaws into the mountains. When I saw my companions falling one by one, my heart was filled with resentment and anger, but I couldn't help it. I closed my eyes quietly.
Human beings! We also have life, and we also have joy, anger, sorrow and joy. By doing this, you damage the dignity of trees as a member of nature. I hate you!