Planting trees is our long-standing wish. We are immigrants from this prosperous town. In this world, there is no land that belongs to us for us to plant a wish. The new house is in a building, in front of which is a piece of new soil without vegetation and a cement tunnel laid by seiko. July came, and as soon as we went out, we were exposed to the hot sun. At that moment, I was so eager for a touch of green and a touch of shade. I have always stubbornly believed that green is the most beautiful color in the world, and it is closely related to our life like water. I often dream that I am wandering in the ocean of green life. I am a child in the countryside, and I still live in the countryside, but I really feel that green is becoming less and less in our field of vision.
It is said that there is a grand plan in front of the building. I think it's probably nothing more than a lawn, flowers, thin and precious ornamental trees, or an expensive fountain. This small town, which has just emerged in the countryside, is trying to get rid of the countryside and move closer to the city. Such as supermarkets, amusement parks, beauty salons and luxury restaurants, have mushroomed. Its price is that a tree has collapsed, so follow the street lamps and flowers to see the tree. I feel that I am shrinking a little bit, like a fish trapped in a shoal in the building of a sunny crowd, panting and calling for green.
Through negotiation, I was finally allowed to plant a tree on the land in front of the building. We chose poplars. In my childhood dream, what beautiful pictures they sang with countless green palms. On this spring night, my son and I solemnly sent it into the embrace of the earth. After watering and cultivating the soil, I can imagine it stretching its roots in the melting spring mud, opening its hazy eyes and starting its journey of life, oh, life!
In everyone's life, there are three things you must do: plant a tree, have a love and write a book. In this way, your tree of life is really flourishing, dancing and singing, and you can say with no regrets that I am alive. Just like the epitaph written by Stendhal, a French writer with a rough life, I have lived, loved and written, and this life is enough.
Plant a tree, plant a hope and dream. Watching it bloom the first fairy-tale green leaves in the warm spring, I saw a life open its sleepy eyes. In countless days that make us slack off and numb, look at this tree and its green branches and leaves in the sun, giving you a beautiful poem of life. It will wither. Autumn and winter, like when there are too many difficulties and hardships in our lives, take a look. It's not dead. In the cold winter wind, it puts away the wings of life and silently accumulates strength for the next spring.
Plant a tree and ask it to accompany us through the ups and downs of the years and inject us with the power of life.