Willing to block the sun for pedestrians; When it rains cats and dogs, I would like to hold up a big umbrella for unprepared passers-by;
When the sandstorm attacks people, I will fight it to the death. When ~ ~ ~ ~ I will ~ ~ ~
If I were a tree, I would grow in the vast desert. When the desert wind becomes wild
Sometimes, I will use my tall and straight body to block the attack of strong winds. When the arrogant sandstorm moves again, I hope.
Hold the center of the earth with my own roots. Even if I am black and blue, I will never let the sandstorm engulf me.
Our lovely home.
If I were a tree, I would grow on the Loess Plateau. When the relentless flood flooded again, I
I will fight to the end with my own roots. Even if you sacrifice yourself, you will never let the plateau loess be covered.
The flood washed away. When people on the plateau walk on the rugged road, I send people a piece of green comfort.
Borrow.
If I were a tree, I would grow by the river. I will use my whole life's energy to protect the levee.
We can't let the flood wash over. Because I can't let the flood engulf the lovely home of mankind, I can't let the flood
Water devoured lovely life.
If I were a tree, I would grow up in the campus, in the community and in the park. When the sun is very hot
At that time, I wanted to be a pavilion and amusement park for students, the elderly and children. I imitate the sound of reading at school.
Buddha sees the hope of the future; Hearing the old people talking about the past, I seem to feel the passage of time; Listen to the child's voice.
The children's cheerful play made me feel like a kaleidoscope back to my childhood.
If I were a tree, businessmen, people who go to work and people who buy food would jump over me.
Kid. I even take in homeless people. I can see that the world is developing rapidly.
Exhibition, a few years later, decades later, even hundreds of years later.
If I were an apple tree, my shy fruit would make the garden bright red, and bees and butterflies would be happy.
Flying around the garden, a girl wrapped in a beautiful headscarf went under the tree and held hands with her lover.
Hands and faces are printed with the joy of harvest. How I envy the beautiful love, soul and soul of mankind.
People love because of understanding, and understand because of love. How subtle, subtle and complicated it is.
Unfortunately, I am a tree without soul. I only hear my leaves rustling in the wind, but I can't hear them.
The cry of love and the sound of joy. While people love us, they don't know that I am more eager to experience human beings.
Cut off emotions.
In short, as long as I am a tree, I will send green blessings to mankind. I looked up in the storm,
Ice and snow can't help me, leaving countless stories in the green leaves. That is the note of love, the wind is my song, and the cloud is me.
I don't complain about how much shade I have shed on the earth, as long as I am a tree.