I'm not old, but that birch tree is old. This old tree was my best playmate when I was a child. When I was a child, adults were very busy and never cared about me. I live comfortably at my grandmother's house. When I was a child, I was with that birch tree every day. No matter what happens, I always think about that old tree and I can't wait to be with him and bathe in the sunshine.
I remember it rained that day. I took an umbrella and hurried downstairs. Grandpa followed me for fear of any accident. Naively, I want to shelter the old tree from the wind and rain, but the birch tree is too high. I tried to cover its leaves, but the top leaves sent water down, so I had to leave.
I looked at the old tree through the window. The old tree was watered and I was very happy. But I looked at the birch tree in the rain and felt very sad. I cry for a tree.
When I was a child, I kept company with Baihua and told it all the interesting things. When children tell stories like a tree, adults listen quietly. Sometimes I tell the old tree about my grievances, and I cry. At this time, there will always be a gust of wind that rustles the leaves. In my eyes, it is an old tree talking, but it is answering me. At this time, I will hold back my tears when I cry and laugh when I am happy, as if no one else exists. This seems to be our world.
Now I, all kinds of pressures and difficulties make me unbearable. But every time I pass by, I still see the birch tree and smile happily at me. ...
The wind passed through the forest, the leaves rustled and everything seemed so quiet. Tall and straight birch, do you remember those naughty boys?
They can climb your branches and see the whole forest. Remember those flowers and plants?
They hope to stand side by side with you one day and spend their lives together. Unfortunately, the alternation of four seasons, the cycle of annual rings, and the glory of a lifetime can't complete a loving eye. Remember that little bird?
Its hard-built bird's nest was blown down by a strong wind. She is very sad and feels that you are not her support.
You still don't talk, just watch it quietly.
Later, the birds flew back and began to nest on you. You shake the branches and leaves happily and try to make yourself better. Remember that gust of wind?
He swept over your canopy, kissed your forehead and stroked your cheek. You shake your head and enjoy the warmth. Remember that rain?
They sprinkled on your cheeks, caught the mystery between your branches and leaves, and were as naughty as a group of lovely children. Remember the first sunshine in spring?
So warm, with the fragrance of flowers and earth, on your branches, on your leaves, leaving a vague light spot.
Do you still remember me Dear burch.
I am the smiling little girl reading at your feet!
Small pine trees and small birch trees are good friends. They often chat together.
One morning, the little pine tree woke up and shouted, "Little birch." However, no one answered. The little pine tree thought, "Will the little birch still be awake?" Then it shouted again: "Little Birch!" Little white birch was awakened by a small pine tree and asked, "Dude, what's the matter?" "Why didn't you wake up? The sun is shining on your ass! " Said the little pine tree. "I didn't sleep well last night." Xiao Baihua explained quickly. "What are we talking about today?" Asked the little pine tree. Xiao Baihua said, "Yes, what shall we talk about?" ? Ok ... let's talk about the four seasons! "The little pine tree asked," Which season do you like best? " Xiao Baihua said, "I like summer best. What about you? " "I like winter best." The little pine tree said which season do you hate the most? "Asked the little pine tree. The little pine tree said, "I hate summer most." "What about you?" Xiao Baihua said, "I hate winter the most." Xiao Baihua asked, "Why do you like summer?" Xiao Baihua said, "Because summer can make me grow tall and straight." "Why do you like winter?" The little birch asked the little pine tree. The little pine tree said, "Because other trees will lose their leaves in winter, I won't." "Why do you hate winter?" The little pine tree asked the little birch tree. "Because I will fall leaves when winter comes." The little white birch replied. Xiaobaihua asked the little pine tree again, "Why do you hate summer?" "Because summer is coming, my body will be dripping with resin ..." The little pine tree replied.
It turns out that all seasons have their own advantages and disadvantages.
Every tree has its own soul. They quietly guard the land and the time mark of that land, just like the birch forest in my hometown.
The birch forest in my hometown is beautiful, rolling along the mountain peaks until the distance. A small river is clear and transparent, with a slight blue wave, enthusiastically bypassing the birch forest.
The birch forest in spring is yellow, lush and fragrant. Open a fresh and broad mind to grasslands and mountains. In the spring sunshine, the birch forest dances the waltz of the spring song beautifully, which makes people relaxed and happy.
The birch forest in summer is full of green eyes. The branches and leaves spread like waves. The blue sky sets off its nobility, and colorful wildflowers make up the Yuan Ye at the foot. Tall branches greet the white clouds and send the spring breeze with a smile. The gurgling river moistens the boundless green.
In autumn, the birch forest rubs sunlight into its branches and leaves, and the leaves turn from green to yellow and shine. The reddish branches are lovely, swaying in the autumn wind, enchanting and lovely, rustling leaves and singing silent songs. The thicker the frost. The dignified colors, like the oil paintings of Russian painter Lie Bin, give people a strong spiritual shock. You decorated the mountains with beautiful fallen leaves, just like a huge colored note, covering the mountains and plains. ......
In the birch forest in winter, the leaves return to the embrace of Mother Earth. But the treetops are purple, pointing to the blue sky. How vigorous. They are proud of first frost and stand tall. Like a solemn, brave and determined soldier. After the heavy snow, the straight trunk is like a young sentry, guarding the territory under his feet!
The tall birch forest is flowing with my youth, and the tall birch forest is shining with my youth. The birch forest itself is a shining life. The birch forest has given me firm faith, fearless spirit and eternal attachment. ......
On a high mountain, there are two trees: one is a small pine tree growing on the hillside, and the other is a small birch tree growing at the foot of the mountain.
Every morning at sunrise, the sun shines on the small birch tree, feeling very energetic; The sun shines on the small pine tree, which is green and full of vitality. Of course, they are also good friends.
Another morning, the sun came out, shining. The little pine tree gets up early. It thinks that a person is too boring, so it thinks of its good friend Little Birch. The little pine tree shouted in the direction of the little white birch. "Little white birch-"Little white birch didn't respond. The little pine tree shouted again, "Little Birch-Little Birch-"
Little birch finally woke up and asked little pine tree, "What can I do for you?" The little pine tree said, "Let's talk!" " "Small white birch asked," What are we talking about? " The little pine tree said, "why don't we talk about the four seasons in a year?" ""Little Birch listened and said, "Good!" The little pine tree first asked the little white birch, "What season do you like best?" Xiao Baihua said, "I like summer best, because my leaves are full in summer, so I don't have to worry about falling." Little white birch asked, "What season do you like best, little pine tree?" The little pine tree said, "I like winter best, because there are snowflakes falling on my leaves in winter." It's beautiful! " "Little birch continued," What season do you hate most? "The little pine tree said," I hate summer most, because the sunshine in summer is too strong, which will dry my skin. Hearing this, Xiao Baihua also said, "I hate winter the most, because every winter, my leaves will fall out." "
Having said that, it seems that every season has its advantages and disadvantages!
My hometown is Mudanjiang, which is a beautiful place with more than 300 blue sky all year round. When I was a child, I grew up in a forest farm called Angel near Jingbo Lake, and I had an indissoluble bond with the forest.
I remember 1 1 one summer afternoon; I ran into the forest not far from home, like a sapphire in the sky in the rain; Colorful wildflowers are in full bloom in Shan Ye; Many auricularia auricula grow on damp rotten wood; I picked it up heartily for a while, then put the clothes in my pocket and looked into the distance.
One or several birch trees stand upright in the jungle; Like angels in white; Some smiling faces are wide open, so I go to the birch forest, tear off some bark whiter than white paper and cover it with black fungus. This is the best memory of my childhood. I will never forget it in my heart.
Over the years, I have walked through many beautiful places; But I've never been so unforgettable. From late summer to late autumn this year, I walked into the birch forest around Mudanjiang several times outdoors; The mood is beautiful with the charm of birch trees, leaving some records for future generations to share.
On September 7th, I took my dog to the birch forest in Daimagou. The air there is fresh, the leaves on the wet ground are still sporadic green, and dogs are running happily in the birch forest; I leaned against the birch tree, enjoying the comfort and tranquility. In front of me, all the lateral branches of the birch tree extend obliquely upwards and are tightly tied together. I can imagine how they have such an ice and snow skin and how their leaves turn from light green to golden yellow. Why is the trunk so straight?
I wonder if people in the forest are so happy because of the beauty of birch trees.
A woodpecker landed on a tall and beautiful birch tree and ate a moth on the bark with a bang. The birch tree was very unhappy: "Why did you bite me?" "There is a moth on your skin." "What's the big deal about a bug? It will not affect my beauty at all! " "But there will be more!" "That's not worth the effort. It hurts me!" "Sorry, I'll pay attention to it next time, but you have a lot of moths. I will treat you every day. " "Ok, thank you." The birch tree said. Since then, I can hear the sound of woodpeckers treating birch trees every day: bang, bang ... so it took half a year.
In the past six months, there have been fewer and fewer moths on birch trees. Finally, there are no moths on the birch tree. The birch tree is very happy, thanks to the woodpecker. One summer after half a year, the weather was hot and the sun was scorching the earth. From a distance, there is a tall and stout birch among the birch trees. From a close distance, the leaves are green, and several birds are jumping and cheering on the birch tree and among the leaves. There are people enjoying the cool under the tree, primary school students, junior high school students, senior high school students and grandparents who study hard. Some people say: this tree is really beautiful! Some people say that the scenery here is so beautiful because of this tree. Others said ... the birch tree was very happy and thought it was all due to the woodpecker. I and so many birch trees didn't expect to make this place so beautiful!
This is a beautiful birch tree after half a year.
There are many birch trees on the school playground. I don't know how many years have left traces on the straight trunk. Mottled "wounds" are even more dazzling in the sun.
Sitting under the birch tree, looking up at the sky, I saw a little sunshine coming through the gap. I reached out and caught a small abandoned lamp. It jumped up and down on my hand and cheered. I can't help laughing.
A warm wind blew, and the leaves on the tree made a "brushing" sound, and the sunshine on the hands drifted away with the wind. That's the wind. It was the wind that brought them to the top of the tree. The leaves are laughing, and so is the sunshine. ...
The wind stopped, and the leaves gradually quieted down and gradually returned to their original appearance. The missed sunshine has returned to my hands. It smiled at the tall leaves. It thanks the wind, and thanks the wind for fulfilling its dream.
The mottled "wounds" on the birch trunk are like eyes, watching us grow with our own eyes. He is like a kind old man, welcoming the arrival of a batch of students, watching them grow up day by day, and then watching generations of students leave. Birch expresses its feelings to people in another way.
The huge roots of birch are deeply rooted in the ground, trying to absorb water and nutrients. Birch tree blooms endless green with limited life! Birch tree, it is your thick straight branches that support the shade. In the shade, some students are reading and some are playing. What a lively scene!
Ah, a row of birch trees ...
I like birch! I sing birch!