Fall in love with a tree

when I was young, the most familiar tree was the pear tree. The front and back of grandma's house and the foot of the roadside of the village are full of pear trees. Pear blossoms in spring, a piece of white, like the unmelted snow on the top of the mountain, like floating clouds in a clear sky, like the moonlight at midnight. Quiet, dusty, all over the country. In late summer and early autumn, the fruits are numerous, bending the branches and extremely tempting. When I was a child, when I didn't like kindergarten, I would howl to my grandmother and annoy the adults, so they sent me to live in the country for a while and then took me back to the city. Grandma took me and walked through this pear tree and that pear tree. When the wind blew, the petals of the pear blossoms swirled and fell on one shoulder. Grandma dotes on me very much. if she picks pears, she will immediately pick the best one for me, and sometimes she will fold one or two flowers for me to play within spring. When I am with my grandmother, I always feel warm, stable, and reliable. Holding a pear in the autumn wind the day before yesterday, I vaguely recall the feeling of stability and dependence, which can never be repeated in this life. Grandma has been dead for years. There are pears and there are separations. That's what happens in the world.

and pear nectar, by the way. Once when I went to my grandmother's house for the summer vacation, a male celibate in the village visited my grandmother's house and visited me (just like going to the zoo to see animals). He brought a huge bottle of pear nectar as food. The celibate keeps two boxes of bees. I expressed my gratitude and admiration for his pet bee. The celibate was very happy and said, "I'll leave two bigger bottles for you to take home next year." But the next year, my uncle's house also had pear honey, and my little cousin risked his life to go to the mountain corner to get a large nest of wild bees and raise them in the beehive. No need for celibate honey, my uncle straightened up and talked about celibate gossip like a gossip: "the animals like him, and he likes the animals." He was the first to raise bees. Bees don't bite him! The dog likes him, too, my dog, who always runs with him. I gave the dog meat to eat, but instead of eating it, he went to his house to eat cold rice and vegetables. I can't figure it out! I can only give him the dog. "

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I feel cordial and have a deep love for pear trees. But this kind of feeling is for all pear trees, not just for one pear tree.

Willows also have different feelings for willows. When I first met the willow, I was in the Tang poem picture book at home. "the tall willow dressed like Jasper, with thousands of strands of willow branches hanging down green strips." I don't know who cut out these thin willow leaves. The warm and cold spring breeze of February is like scissors. " To get close to the willow is to walk home along the lakeshore with his deskmate and his brother, and there are willows planted on the lakeshore. "this is a willow," said his deskmate. "Let's weave a straw hat." It was mid-spring, colorful, windy, and green on the willow branches. Winding a few wickers into a circle can be regarded as a straw hat. The two brothers gave me their straw hats. I was very happy. I was so happy that I couldn't take off my green hat when I got home. I must wear that green hat to eat. From then on, I felt that the willow was not only beautiful but also intimate. Liu is also a very good surname, which contains the gentle warmth of spring and the intoxicating fragrance of plants. Even if it is a very general name, with the blessing of this willow, there will be a bit of elegance. Liu Yong, Liu Rushi, and Liu Xianglian are all surnamed Liu.

that deskmate stopped contacting me later. But there's always news. For example, when he was a freshman, his mother died of illness, and his father soon remarried. He probably didn't get used to being depressed. He went home and met his father and stepmother during the winter vacation, but didn't come home for more than ten days. His family looked everywhere, and finally, his brother found him in the Internet bar, who was depressed and haggard. The deskmate had always been sensitive and fragile, and he was only a young man at that time, so it was normal for him to accept the death of his loved ones to escape. A year later, his father had a heart attack at night and was sent to the hospital. And then. I don't know.

when the ancients bid farewell, they gave each other a gift to express their farewell intention. Liu, stay. But things are changeable, and there are very few things to keep. When I see the willow, I feel a little melancholy. Again and again.

with time, more trees are known. But what I loved is a common peach tree, which is very thin and grows by the pool in the school. At that time, life was bitter. I felt the coolness and coldness of the world, and I often cried. It is not too much to say that a day is like a year. Just before the winter vacation, the weather suddenly changed, first as warm as spring, and then became extremely cold-as if from spring to winter in one night. The timid peach tree had the wrong idea at first, thinking that spring was coming, blooming diligently, with some light pink flowers on its branches, and then had to be tortured by the cold winter wind. Lesser Snow floated in the sky, and the snow particles covered the flowers one by one. In the afternoon of Lesser Snow, there was silence. I walked by the pool. I didn't know why. I suddenly fell in love with the peach tree. She and her flowers, and the crystal snow. I was madly in love with the peach tree for a while and named it Xiaotao, which can be said to be very nasty. Love can not be forgotten, so I remember.

I haven't loved any specific tree since. In May this year, I was attracted to elm trees because I wanted to eat elm money. Yu Qian is not only beautiful but also has an auspicious name: Yu Qian. At that time, I was always looking at pictures of elm on the Internet, and I always wanted to buy elm money (because time passed, so I couldn't buy it). When I received a new book, I immediately turned to the page of elm to read it carefully. I think the elm is the tree of my dreams, even if people often insult it and call it elm pimple. But the love tree in the dream, like the lover in the dream, is, after all, out of reach.

recently there has been a sudden feeling of wanting to fall in love with a tree. If you want to love a tree with all your heart, you can walk for two hours to see it touch it-but I don't want to be in a long-distance relationship, preferably near me. I decided to look around, find a tree to fall in love with, and fall in love with a vigorous, quiet and beautiful person.