Yes, three years ago.
I planted the tree myself.
The trunk began to grow thick and leafy.
I left it alone.
It grows better than I expected.
My second year back.
I planted another tree.
I don't want to go anywhere else.
I live in my hometown.
I plan to take good care of the newly planted trees.
When I have nothing to do at home
When I'm bored.
I spent a lot of energy on that tree.
Water, fertilize, prevent insects, and cut off redundant branches.
The next autumn, the tree appeared.
Shrinking and tired.
My wife said I couldn't be bothered any more.
She asked a relative who works in other places.
Transplant the tree into his yard.
Three years later.
I went to that relative's house for a wedding banquet.
I'm standing in the yard.
Ask relatives about trees.
My relatives pointed to the tree above me that covered the sun.
Tell me this is it.
Strange, I can't help but be surprised.
This tree has lost its former shadow.
It is so high, so dark.
So I understand a truth.
It is wise to let nature take its course.
Don't do that stupid thing again.
Tree Planting Modern Poetry 2 March in Hand
Then daydream
You will feel
This is a magical shadow.
It's just that this March is very long.
A nation has been irrigated for thousands of years.
Maybe the frost in winter will continue in warm weather.
Maybe it's because spring is watching the summer sun.
What's more, there are short picks and hoes dancing with greed.
What's more, there is the fierce destruction of ignorant sawtooth.
And hope not to shorten the Long March.
And waiting does not reduce the weight of the shadow.
Or hold March in your hand?
And think
You will feel
A hard cry sprouted in my heart.
Plant a tree seedling,
In that beautiful scenery.
The longer, the higher, the bigger,
I hope the longer the better.
That Sunday,
Go to see the tree quickly.
Tears kept flowing,
The young tree was broken.
I'm gonna bury it,
But always so sad.
I touched it gently,
It's my friend.
I am in my heart.
I have planted my dream and will reap success soon.
You are in my heart
I planted hope and will soon reap happiness.
I am in Hongqiao
You didn't know when you were on the inclined bridge.
Planting the same tree makes the future bright.
Complete Poems on Arbor Day
Plant a tree where you can see it,
Take a look first,
Sprouting in the spring breeze,
Growing up in the summer rain,
Autumn is fruitful,
Give birth to hope in the cold winter.
Chunhua Qiushi,
Tree long wheel,
People will get old.
Plant a tree by the road you must pass.
Not for others, just for yourself.
You need to breathe freely,
You need to rest and enjoy the cool,
You need a blue sky,
You need green inspiration.
I didn't ask for it,
Only in return,
This is the green spirit.
A poem on Arbor Day
Sow life
I can't choose whether this land is fertile or barren.
Sunshine and wind and rain have given you
From now on, you will be tempered.
Struggle You stick your roots in the crack.
I want you to point your head at the sky.
You may be thin.
You may be plump.
How bitter is the vicissitudes of life?
You are very silent.
Who can understand your position for a hundred years?
Please plant a tree today,
Just to prove that you have been to this world.
Without Cao Xueqin's talent,
Without Einstein's brain,
Without the courage of the Yellow Emperor,
Because Madame Curie was not diligent.
Ordinary you can at least plant a tree,
A hundred years later,
Still lush trees.
Tree Planting Modern Poetry 3-Hand March
Then daydream
You will feel
This is a magical shadow.
It's just that this March is very long.
A nation has been irrigated for thousands of years.
Another March after a thousand years.
Still barren and bald, walk into
Call the minister of forestry or the article in the party newspaper.
And this shade is also very heavy.
Generations have dreamed of moving it into balconies and houses.
However, strength always gives up halfway.
Dark and helpless, regret
Hidden in people's anxious desires
Maybe the frost in winter will continue in warm weather.
Maybe it's because spring is watching the summer sun.
What's more, there are short picks and hoes dancing with greed.
What's more, there is the fierce destruction of ignorant sawtooth.
And hope not to shorten the Long March.
And waiting does not reduce the weight of the shadow.
Or hold March in your hand?
And think
You will feel
The heart is crying out in pain.