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Tagore. If I turn into a golden flower, for fun, grow on the tall branches of a tree and grin and swing the new leaves in the air to dance, Mom, you know what? If you cry: child.

It's only 100 words, so that's so much.

(Time) is Xi Murong's, not Zhang Xiaofeng.

The sky is gray after the rain, lying in the arms of early summer, with the expected temperature, let the mind sink into the quiet depths ---

That early summer, I had an appointment with the maple tree; Time grinds on the path of distance, the maple tree is affectionate and dewy, the greenery is pleasant, and I wander under the maple tree proudly: in the next life, I will still be a beautiful and pure flower, attached to the maple branches swaying in the wind, fragrant.

Innocence is sometimes lovely, the imaginary season opens a window, and I see a moon outside the window with a shaking head, which, like me, has the mood of summer, and its thoughts fluctuate. Think about how good it is, in early summer, but it's like living in spring, with flowers as neighbors.

I try to learn to be like the moon flower, to be in each season, to listen and gaze.

Flowers always present their most beautiful moments to their favorite seasons, but some flowers, the four seasons do not give it hope, it only gives up and blooms, melancholy overflowing! There is hope, there will also be her deadline, and youth is the same, in this case, in this summer dust, what is the reason to be sad? Life is full of color, and happiness is simple.

Some people, destined, not your past, not your future, just your present, like it is very beautiful, what has been? What's gone? Don't think about it.

The poems on the Internet are not understood until you see them; **There is an unforgettable Fengyue in the story, but it is a painful word, which can remind people of or even fictional a flower event at any time; True lovers are eager for the sweetness of waiting, and then enjoy the joy of flowers, but they don't know how to sort out the loneliness after the end of the song!

The bird rested on the high branches, combing its thoughts, and no one knew whether it had forgotten to fly or was tired of flying. I closed my eyes, cut off my thoughts and worries, and that flower is myself!

At this time of year, sometimes the rain is still lingering, like the tenderness of spring, which is suitable for the beginning, such as some wonderful encounters, and those sprouts struggling in the dirt. Sometimes the sun is hot, as scorching as the height of summer, and it is also suitable for the end, such as fictional stories, people who don't love say bb about it, and those who hurt each other and love can never go back to the past, only faintly pray in my heart, the next life, please pass through my life in another way.

In my opinion, people can't wade twice in the same water, because the river is no longer the same as it used to be. No matter what, as Xi Murong said: "No matter what the outcome is, thank you to you!" ”

The sky was cloudy and foggy, the sun was scorching, and the green maple trees slowly enlarged in my eyes.

"Peach Heart Flowers and Trees".

Next to the old house in the countryside, there is a very large open space, which is rented to people to grow mahogany saplings.

Mahogany is a special tree, the tree shape is beautiful, tall and straight, in the past, the old forest farm planted a lot, has grown into a forest several feet high. So when I saw the knee-length mahogany sapling, I couldn't believe my eyes.

The mahogany seedlings are planted by a very tall man, and when he bends down to plant the trees, it feels like planting seedlings.

After the saplings were planted, he often came to water them. Strangely, he came irregularly, sometimes every three days, sometimes every five days, sometimes only once in ten days; The amount of watering is also not necessarily, sometimes more watering, sometimes less.

When I lived in the country, I would walk on the path next to the mahogany seedlings every day, and the people who planted the seedlings would occasionally come to the house for tea. Sometimes he comes in the morning, sometimes in the afternoon, and the time is not necessarily.

I was feeling weirder and stranger.

What's even stranger is that the mahogany seedlings sometimes wither inexplicably. Therefore, when he comes, he always brings a few saplings to replant.

At first I thought he was too lazy and sometimes took so long to water the trees.

But how do lazy people know how many trees will wither?

Later, I thought he was too busy to do anything irregularly. However, how can a busy person do things so calmly?

I couldn't help but ask him, when should I come? How often should I water it? Why does mahogany wither for no reason? If you water it every day, the mahogany seedlings won't wilt, right?

The tree planter laughed, he said: "Planting trees is not about planting vegetables or rice, planting trees is a century-old foundation, unlike green vegetables that can be harvested in a few weeks." Therefore, the trees themselves have to learn to find water in the soil.

I watered just to imitate the rain all day, it rains all day is not accurate, how many days does it go next? Morning or afternoon? How much at once?

If you can't draw water to grow in this uncertainty, the sapling will naturally wither. However, finding a source of water in the midst of uncertainty and desperately putting down roots will not be a problem for a tree that grows into a hundred years. ”

"If I come and water every day, and water a certain amount at regular intervals every day, the sapling will develop a sense of dependence, and the roots will float on the surface and cannot go deep into the ground, and once I stop watering, the sapling will wither even more." Fortunately, the surviving saplings will also fall down in a violent storm.

I was very touched by the words of the tree planter. Not only trees, but also people, living in uncertainty, being able to withstand the test of life can be relatively withstanding, and will exercise an independent heart. In the midst of uncertainty, if you deepen your perception of the environment and emotions, you can learn to transform a small amount of nutrients into great energy and strive to grow.

Now, the mahogany seedlings in front of the window have grown as tall as the roof, and they are so elegant and full of life.

The tree planters are no longer coming, and the mahogany will not wither.