If I were a tree, if you were a tree

If there is an afterlife. To make a tree.

Stand for eternity. There is no posture of joy and sorrow.

Half in the dust. Half of it was blowing in the wind.

Half sprinkled in the shade. Half soaked in the sun.

Very silent, very proud. Never rely on, never seek.

If you are a tree, the attitude of others towards you is like gusts of wind. If you care a lot about other people's opinions, it means that any gust of wind can shake you violently and even blow you down.

As a tree, whether or not you can stand tall on the earth depends on how many roots you have penetrated deep into the earth.

Life is the earth, and every delicate feeling you have in life is a thick or thin root. The richer and more abundant your feelings, the deeper your roots will penetrate into the earth. In this way, even a strong wind will not be able to subvert your position.

To live in the moment, it is important to break, not stand. We need to recognize our current desires, understand that they must have come from the past, and then try to let go of them. When you can let go, you can see the essence of things in the moment, and then this insight will automatically tell you what to do.

Suppose I were a small tree

Experimental Primary School, Class 4, Year 5, Ding Yujia.

If I am a small tree, I will take root in Taiwan, I will take root on the highest mountain in Taiwan, watch the cars coming and going, look at the beautiful Sun Moon Lake, and watch the first red flag raise in Taiwan......

If I were a small tree, I would take root on both sides of the Yellow River, and I would use my strong claws to firmly grasp the naughty ones'Sediment is not allowed to flow into the surging Yellow River at will, endangering the common people.

If I am a small tree, I will take root at the mouth of the Qiantang River, I will listen to the thunderous tide, see the tide like thousands of white war horses, and experience the majesty and grandeur of the tide of the Qiantang River.

If I were a small tree, I would take root at the foot of the Great Wall and invite Granny Yun and Aunt Feng to greet tourists. The leaves are my hands, I want to touch the erosion of the floor tile wall on the Great Wall, and feel the vicissitudes of history and the blood, sweat and wisdom of the ancients.

If I were a small tree, I would take root in that vast desert, and I would protect the terrible sandstorms and the terrible heat, protect the farmers' fertile fields from being buried in the sand into hills, and create a green oasis so that those lost travelers can have water to drink.

If I am a small tree, I will take root in the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, I want to see the Yarlung Zangbo Grand Canyon, the snowfields, the towering Mount Everest, and feel the refreshing cold air of the snow-capped mountains.

If I were a small tree, I would travel to many places and put down roots in ......

Author's words: I really want to become a small tree and contribute to mankind!

Parent's comments: The child's essay is a metaphor for love, and the beginning is quite innovative.

Teacher's comments: The uniqueness of this article is that it expresses its correct outlook on life and values with reasonable imagination, so that readers can see that the author is a loving person.

When the spring flowers are in full bloom, it is very prosperous around me.

Birds whispered beside me, and green leaves swaggered outward.

I was happy, I was happy, I thought that I had friends and would never be lonely again.

But all this is just wishful thinking on my part.

When the cold wind blows, they become only my passers-by.

Suppose I were a tree.

When the wind is cold, it is unusually cold around me.

The birds no longer sing, and the leaves no longer linger.

I was sad, I was lonely, I thought, like this, I have lost my friends, and I will be alone from now on.

However, it all matched as I expected, and after a period of sadness, I no longer needed friends or visitors.

Suppose I were a tree.

In nature. In the rules of survival, learn to play on the scene and smile at each creature.

In the cold winter of wind and snow, I learned to be tough and upright, and not bow my head to any living being.

In the spring season, I learned to stop being ignorant and not feeling for anything.

A tree without thoughts, a tree without emotion, a tree without loneliness, a tree without passers-by.