Old Tree Excellent Composition 1 Huaer looked at the stout old branch and said with a smile, "Aren't you my father?" "What? I'm just an old branch, not your father. " The old branch said. "You held me in your arms, gave me a lot of nutrients and sheltered me from the wind and rain. Isn't that my good father? " The flowers said. Laozhi nodded with a smile. It's very old.
Old enough to break with one blow. He knew that without him, there would be no flowers, so he couldn't leave the flowers behind. Months passed, and the old branches looked older and weaker. The flowers on the branches also seem to be getting old. That night, when the flower was asleep, the old branch said to a strong branch under the tree, "Little brother, help me move this flower from me to you. I can't do it." I can't support it anymore. Give me a hand! ""all right, I agree. " Qiangzhi said.
He held out his hands and held the flowers. With tears in his eyes, Laozhi picked up the sleeping flower, stroked its forehead, handed it to Xiaozhi, and told Xiaozhi to treat it well.
Qiangzhi nodded. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, the old branches shook a few times, and the flowers were awakened. It saw that it had changed to a new place. When I looked up and saw the dying old branch above, I said with tears, "Dad, Dad ..." Another gust of wind blew. There was a bang and the old branch fell from the tree. Finally, it said, "My child, you should take care of yourself ... Ah ..." The wind could only hear the cries of flowers.
An old tree fell in the middle of the road in despair, and I seemed to see him shed all his tears.
Once he grew up in a quiet mountain forest, enjoying the sunshine, smelling the flowers, listening to the sound of flowing water, coming from the cold to the summer, lying and watching the flowers fall in bloom, watching the clouds roll and relax. It's really good. The old tree thought.
The leaves of the old tree are round and shiny, layered, and the Buddha stands on the vigorous branches, and the shallowness is crystal green. The color, like sapphire, shows a semi-stagnant texture, but he is as green as grass in the mountains and has a lively look; Deep down, it is dark green, just like the dignified cheongsam on a lady's body, with a long charm. But anyway, he is quiet and very calm. The dark bark is engraved with the unique cracks of the old tree. The neatly arranged annual rings are the testimony of the days of the old tree in which we live, full of infinite vicissitudes and mystery, and a little fine golden light leaks from the shade.
Time is like a dream. When it fades, it is a busy pallor. Until one day, a group of climbers visited and broke the peace of the forest. A bald man found the old tree, and the eyes under the golden frame radiated greed, madness and money filth!
A few days later, the old tree was transplanted to a natural museum. He felt confused, afraid and trembling. ...
In this endless emptiness, there are no flowers and birds, only clusters of hay dotted with them tell their desolate charm in the wind, and even the birds passing by from time to time are silent.
As the sun sets, the silent shadow of the old tree stretches like a watchman. What is he looking at? Silence, no answer. Are you waiting for your hometown? The shadow is still silent, still watching.
The sky smiled when the geese flew into the sky.
I came back from the cemetery and became a poem.
Counting the debris all over Qiu Feng, the old tree trunk looked down at the dead child, stretched his weak body with all his strength, and tears oozed from the branches. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs to break the silent thoughts of autumn, but the old tree smiled. Actually, I understand its pain.
From the first fallen leaf to the last one, until they all rot in the body of the earth, happiness may come again.
I accidentally stepped on the cicada, only to know that there are creatures here, and I thought of you. My yearning is a long queue of ants, always ready to travel long distances to build a solid nest, instead of leaving in a hurry to avoid the cold like a wild goose, because this is mine, or I belong here.
Insects and ants in late autumn erode the old tree before winter comes, and the rain pours into the old tree's body, just like the old tree's thoughts, as if it had overflowed. I still keep my love by the tree pillar and don't expect happiness. The old tree couldn't stand the provocation of cicadas and the kind love of insects and ants, and finally fell down, which became the reason why I didn't believe in happiness. In fact, someone told me that when spring comes.
It began to rain again, and the old tree began to cry. I don't know if these geese still exist after flying away, but they won't come back here in the end. I don't know if this is the end or the beginning. Tears from the old tree gradually filled my body. If one day I can't bear it, please look at my dark blue eyes, my tears and the smiling sky, and you may feel my love.
There is an old river in the east of the city and an old tree on the bank. According to legend, in the early forties, the only daughter of the gentry in a small town went out for an outing with her on a sunny morning. When passing the Donghe River, she conveniently folded a wicker and inserted it on the riverbank, "inadvertently inserted it in the shade" and grew for decades. In a small town, elderly people call them "tree spirits".
It is said that the "tree spirit" is spiritual, so it is deeply feared by people. People who know the "tree spirit" will pray and make wishes under the tree, and then tie red strips of cloth on the branches. If it is childbirth, I hope the child will grow up healthily and happily; If you get married, I hope that the husband and wife will live happily and grow old together.
I remember a morning exercise a few months ago, and I stayed under the tree spirit for a long time. The first close observation of this old willow tree. The original huge and rough trunk is riddled with holes, and the heart of the tree is hollow and decadent, but the crown is still flourishing, suitable for all ages, and its tenacious vitality is amazing! Countless bright red cloth, set off by countless green leaves, seems to be silently telling an emotional story that happened in a small town for many years. However, whether it is moving or dull, whether it is pain or happiness, who can tell the whole story?
I know that no matter how old a tree is, it will never be refined. People believe in it, just seeking a spiritual and emotional sustenance. An old tree is an old tree. It can't dominate the future fate of a newborn, nor can it bless a happy marriage forever. In one's life, to realize one's wishes, one must make unremitting efforts subjectively and even go through a very painful process.
Every time we drive into that alley, everyone has to turn around deliberately, because a huge tree is set up in the alley. I asked my father curiously, "Why is there this tree here?" Why not move? " Very inconvenient! "
Dad smiled and said, "Silly boy! This is a very old man. We should respect the elderly. A little inconvenience is nothing to us. Why do you want to move him? "
I looked at the old man who guarded the alley every day. He has a long red bag tied around him, just like a belt. What happened?
"That's because the age of the tree is too high. Everyone is convinced that there must be a tree god inside. By the way, remind everyone not to scribble on it, or destroy its branches, and tie it with a striking red belt, just like an amulet, please be happy. " Dad hurried to explain to me.
The thick trunk of this old tree has experienced many years of vicissitudes. I didn't know where it was when it was a small sapling. With the growth year after year, it gradually spread its branches and leaves, weaving rich greenery with its warm and dexterous hands. A most natural parasol sheltered people from the scorching sun.
At its feet, it used to be a place for people to rest. It has listened to the history for many years and accompanied many families through spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Now, it stands there alone, continuing to show its endless vitality, and accompanying everyone passing by it in this city without regrets.
Suddenly I feel beautiful and irreplaceable. Its name is "Old Tree".
Old Tree Excellent Composition 6 Old Tree Friend, this article is spring again. You should be cute when you wake up.
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With the arrival of spring, gentle green manure is overwhelming, and all the green is robbing all the places you can see and see. Birds are messengers who wake up all creatures in a euphemistic way, and the earth is full of vitality and peace. The wind is tired and soft, blowing grass and flowers, so the tree recedes old clothes.
At this time, the grass stretched lazily and noisily came out of the room with its neighbors. It is naughty to bask in the sun in groups. Birds stand on the newly sprouted branches and greet the messenger of spring in harmony. Until the afternoon, there was a chattering tea party. But what about the old tree? He's not awake yet. In the quiet of morning, he fell asleep again. Look carefully, maybe you can see him smiling in a beautiful dream. He must be swaying through the sweet dream in the wind again, smirking as if he had blossomed and borne fruit with the passage of time.
The dying peony is elegant and dressed up. Pedestrians are standing and watching, and there is a buzz of far optimism. At this time, Mei Linglong is exquisite, emitting a charming fragrance belonging to her in the illusory air. I stood under the old tree and looked at his giant posture and delicacy buried in roughness. Endless green dotted his face, and his vitality fermented on him, but it could not change the traces left by the war. But ordinary people always care about him, because he knows that even if ordinary, the years remain, and nothing can be changed.
After standing for a long time, I turned around. When I turn around and come back, I just cry. The years are still the same, but I can only watch. All the beautiful things I thought did not belong to me, and all the ordinary things did not belong to me. The ugliest thing left is me.
So, if you see an old tree, please listen to its advice. By the way, help me wake him up and keep him awake. Okay？