After the rain in the early morning, the air is particularly fresh, a small bud in the soil to struggle to spit out, it is so fragile, so stubborn. Fortunately, there are two big trees beside it, blocking the fire and scorching sun in the scorching sun, and in the cold wind, blocking the proud snow and frost, the small buds grow into small vines, and the small vines are greedily absorbing nutrients and thriving under the protection of the big trees.
The vine wrapped around the trunk of the tree, always want to break free quickly, enjoy the baptism of the sun, in its unremitting efforts, and finally grew a long way. Wow! In the dazzling sun, Tenger relaxed his waist lazily, warm. The weather changed as soon as it changed. In an instant, dark clouds were gathering, and the torrential rain washed down hard. Fujita's body was so vulnerable. At this time, a green leaf blocked the heavy rain, two or three. The tree smiled and said, "son, with me here, it's all right."
The vine is trying to touch the sun, sucking the sweet rain and dew, tenaciously against the raging Shuofeng. A few years later, the vine grew stronger, and the tree said to the vine, "son, the outside world is really beautiful. Go out and venture. You will get something. I can't give you anything, but if you are tired, take a rest on my branch. This will always be your harbor." Day after day, year after year, the vine climbs up and finally blossoms out of beautiful flowers. People praise and appreciate the beautiful flowers.
A little bird landed beside the vine and asked, "Teng er, do you remember the big tree that raised you?" The vine looked back at the increasingly haggard tree. When did the tree become like this? The memory of the tree has strong arms, luxuriant branches and buds, but now, only a few dry trunks, the tree smiled and said: "son, you are so beautiful, I am proud of you."
The piercing cold wind ruthlessly blew its dry trunk. The next year, when spring was full of vigor and vitality, the tree did not sprout new buds, but the trunk was still strong. This is its last wish, just to promise its original promise. Teng smiled and burst into tears. Who can say that filial piety like grass, reported by San Chunhui! Passers-by only see the beauty of the vine, do you also smell the fragrance of the tree?
This is the story of the tree's simple and somewhat poetic love for the vine.
The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the son wants to raise but does not wait. Teng er, I know the story of the big tree. How about you?
Author: Zhang Huihui and Ren Qingfeng
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