Trees are the symbol of home, the witness of green life and the paradise where the soul lives. Trees, like people, have to go through storms, and after failure, they have to look for a turning point in their destiny again on the battlefield. Every family is like a tree, and the difficulties encountered by every family are like the wind, frost, rain and snow that every tree will encounter all year round. Once, the tree belonging to my family experienced a sad test-the little master's heart went out of the paradise of her life, she ignored her parents' education and changed the principle of happiness; She only enjoys the love from others, but never knows how to give a little love. In her dictionary, "giving" never exists. Time passed quietly, and the young master slowly lost the love of his parents. At the same time, the tree bowed its head because of the young master's fault. Gradually, the young master began to feel that life seemed to stop flowing. He seemed to be in the cold, very lonely and helpless ... The young master began to look for what he had lost. She came to a place with many trees and sat quietly under them, but the process of tree growth emerged in front of her ... In spring, small trees were planted one by one, and from then on. During the journey, the young trees were bathed in sunshine, moistened by rain and nourished by the earth. In this way, the young tree learned to pay in the warmth of the pulse and grew into an adult "strong man". The arrival of summer is the beginning of hard work and happiness for trees. All the trees that have experienced spring have been beaten by wind and rain, and they are brand-new. They spread thick and abundant leaves to bear the exposure of the hot sun for human beings. When the leaves are absorbed by the hot sun, the world seems to suddenly become cool, and human beings seem to be able to survive in a hot environment; Blink of an eye, the tree has been scorched by the hot sun. Because of the sympathy of the scorching sun, it leaves in autumn. Even so, the tree did not give up "giving". It left its most beautiful side in the exhibition hall, and other ordinary trees became people's safe havens. When people are depressed, the tree will generously contribute its powerful arms to make the sad people cry. Sometimes when you talk to the tree, it will shake its head to comfort you: "Friend, let the sadness go with the wind and the tears become the past." After all, we are facing tomorrow. " In the storm, the tree is old again. Winter is coming, and it's very cold here. Only the dead branches look down on people, and the leaves have burned and melted for human beings. For 365 days, the tree has been giving every day, bringing warmth to the world and leaving eternal light ... In an instant, the young master remembered himself, his eyes blurred and his heart trembled. I wonder if he can move on now, and whether he can change? When there is contradiction, the tree whispers in the wind, "Don't be dejected and despondent. Change never cares about time. Learning to give is your own calmness and the best choice to love you. When your life jumps again, it means that you have paid … "This tree is called the embodiment of home, because it tells us that the value of life lies in how much you have paid for others. The arrival of autumn is bleak. However, walking on a deserted path and listening to the sound of the wind blowing through my hair made me feel scared for the first time. Looking up at the sky, watching the falling leaves helplessly, I suddenly felt my nose sour. I named him Memory. Sometimes, memories are beautiful, just like leaves belong to trees, and sometimes, memories are silent, just like leaves belong to the wind. Why leaves fall silently, because there is wind ... why leaves fall, because of pain ... leaves leave because of the injury of trees, and wind is only the healer of injuries. However, the leaves are simple, and they have not been comforted by the wind until the end, but the wind is still persistent. He doesn't want to give up the leaves, and there is always only one person in his heart. Even if he loves her very much, he can't change the silence of the wind. He will wait forever, just like a leaf, everyone has his own piece in his heart. No one can get in, no one can get out, just like leaves will stay forever, and the wind will always pursue the silence of the wind, without words and shadows. He doesn't expect to keep the leaves awake, without hatred or resentment, but she always fantasizes that there is only one year left in Qiu Lai's summer, her heart hurts only in an instant, and her tears only fall in an instant. Therefore, the leaves don't want to live without laughter. She wants to leave the clouds, and the wind blows the leaves away again and again. The wind wants to save the broken leaves ~! However, the leaves will never let go of the days when there are trees, although she thinks that she can forget the leaves without trees, as if there is nothing, so let the wind take her to fly. Wherever she goes, the leaves are free and ethereal, the wind is sad, and the leaves drift away with centrifugal separation. The sad tree is heartless, and the leaves fall, leaving her with heartbroken thoughts. The wind is soft and strong, and she just wants to leave the leaves with centrifugal injury, leaving her thoughts and thoughts in the treetops of Ye Fei. Hanging with a leash, the wind broke my heart, and my heart flew away and the leaves were scattered. There are no ripples and tears, the wind is clumsy, and the leaves are frightened. There is no place to complain about the wind coagulation and the wind sadness. Ups and downs of leaves, broken dreams, broken cold and cheerless ... Wu Ye leaves are broken, and there are no tears on the trees. The wind that comes and goes, the dream that blows, but hentai, which is swaying, has fallen leaves and trees. What is hope and what is dream? ! One by one, the wind blows the leaves off, and the wind says, "Fly gently, the leaves belong to the earth, the leaves are blown by the wind, and there is endless circulation ... The composition with the theme of" root "opens their eyes and bodies under the warm sunshine and wet spring rain in spring." What beautiful willow leaves! "People are attracted by this wonderful landscape. They stopped to watch, play under the leaves and enjoy it. Under the spring breeze, the leaves held their heads high to show people their moving dances, which won people's love and people took photos with them as a souvenir. Gradually, the leaves began to be complacent and addicted to people's love for them. In their eyes, they regard themselves as the most beautiful things in the world, so they despise other things. A group of birds are tired of flying in the air and rest on the branches. " Go away, you sparrows, or your's feet will stain us! "Under said in disgust, shaking his body from time to time. The old sparrow said quietly, "foliage, why do you say that?" Do you think you are beautiful? " "Isn't it? "Leaves are flying in the wind." Yes, you are beautiful, but do you know that the roots of trees gave you these? Without him, you have nothing now! ""Say that finish, the sparrow flew away. The leaves asked the branches curiously, "What is a root?" "The root is the other half of our tree. Without it, there would be no us! " Leaves still don't believe it. "How is that possible? Is there anyone more important than me? " The leaves are still dancing in the wind, completely forgetting the roots. One day, a strong wind blew down the tree, which was uprooted and exposed. Ye Zi had never seen anything so ugly, and could not help showing disdain: "You are the root, you are so ugly, no wonder you are buried underground!" Root replied feebly, "Yes, I am ugly, but without me, you wouldn't be where you are today. Believe me, if I don't absorb water, you will go! " "The leaves hissed and ignored it. He really looks down on this ugly thing. As Root said, the leaves are getting haggard day by day, and the leaves look down at Root feebly for help. Finally, the city management office replanted the willows in the soil, and the leaves returned to their original appearance. He is no longer so arrogant, because he knows that his life is given by his roots. When autumn comes, the wind takes all the leaves away. When landing, the leaves said to themselves, "Let me provide you with nutrition"! Root-seeking fish can forget clusters of green water plants, but it can't forget the sea where it swims; Birds can forget the mountains and rivers they have seen along the way, but they can't forget the free sky that gave them; A flower can forget the butterfly that brings it happiness, but it won't forget the earth that gives it stability ... we humans, right? We can forget money, honor and smiling faces of friends, but can we forget our roots, the home where we were born and raised? In the sea of people, we are all looking for strangers who are familiar with each other. We are gratified that they are wearing clothes from their hometown. When people are buzzing, we are all looking for those familiar hometown dialects, and listening to those hometown dialects that are incompatible with standard Mandarin, we feel very at ease. When we go to the bookstore, we are all looking for books about our hometown, reading those simple and clean words, and we feel heartfelt joy ... these ordinary details reflect the most instinctive sense of belonging of human beings all the time. Rooting, yes, from beginning to end ... Chopin, a great musical genius, always likes to bring a bottle of his own country's soil when he performs in a country. He said: "Smelling the smell of this soil reminds me of my motherland Poland all the time." I read such a story in a magazine. A Russian wife, who has lived in a foreign country for many years, asked a friend who was visiting relatives in her hometown to bring a newspaper from her hometown. When she saw these familiar Russian words that she hadn't seen for years, she couldn't help shedding tears of excitement. At this moment, that sense of belonging suddenly broke out in her heart. Everyone can travel or live in many places in their life, but their hometown is still in their hearts. When they are old, most people still want to go back to their hometown, the original origin, the starting point and the end point of their roots ... I remember a friend who studied in Paris, and he said that he would say good night to his hometown in his heart every night before going to bed. Then he can go to bed. Although the time difference between France and China is eight hours, it is a feeling that grew in his heart, a yearning for roots, and a power that can span time and space, which made him form such a habit. The road has been extending under our feet, seeking roots, starting from the moment we pack our bags on our backs, in the distance, in our hearts, or in our dreams. ...