What is the philosophy of life that the tree wants to express in the original text

The sacred cause is painful, and only this suffering can give us depth. This sentence, I'm also in the first year of junior high school, and we've taken this text.

Tell us that the meaning of life is not to take, giving is a sacrifice, but also a kind of happiness ok what is your name

1) Obviously, the two roots of the equation x2-14x+48=0 are 6 and 8, 1 minute ac>bc ac=8, bc=6 is obtained by the Pythagorean theorem ab=10 acd abc, and ac2= ad·ab ad=" "--2 min cm bisect acb am:mb=ac:cb solution, am=---1 point md=ad-am=---1 point (2) do not visit ab=a,cd=d,ac=b, bc=c from the triangle area formula, ab·cd=ac·bc2ab·cd=2ac·bc --1 point and the Pythagorean theorem, AB2=AC2+BC2 AB2+2AB·CD = AC2+BC2+2AC·BC (property of the equation) ab2+2ab·cd = (AC+BC)2---1 points ab2+2AB·CD+CD2 >(AC+BC)2---2 points (AB+CD) 2 >(AC+BC)2 and AB+CD>AC+BC--- AB+>CDAC+BC

Residents need fresh air, pedestrians need green shade, the city needs to welcome the sunshine, the society needs, people need things is the sacred cause, street trees are willing to stand in the dust of the city, for the society, for the people dedication, this is sacred; Compared with their companions in the primeval forest, they have abandoned the superior and comfortable living conditions, and are always covered in smoke and dust; Compared with the people who enjoy the nightlife in the city, they are lonely, lonely, miserable, and always sad about the filth of the city, which is pain; To suffer for a sacred cause, for which they are proud and proud, is deep.

Absolutely!

It is manifested in the fact that the street tree suffers (sucks dust every day) to bring "freshness" to the city and pedestrians, and the sacrifice of "thick yin" embodies the spirit of dedication, and this sacrifice of personal happiness for the happiness of the people is a deeper happiness. (Original!) Meow! ）

Because the cause of the street tree is the cause of the society, the cause that people need, the name needs fresh air, the pedestrian needs green shade, and the city needs to meet the sun, but people never pay attention to the ordinary street tree, never cherish, the street city is lonely and lonely, and always sad for the pollution of the city, but in this loneliness and loneliness, the street tree also feels deep happiness

Original prose. We are a row of trees, standing in the dust of the city. Many of our friends say that we shouldn't be here, but we know this better than anyone else.

Our home is in the mountains, in the primeval forest where the light of day never dawns. And we are standing here, standing on the side of this two-lane road, which is undoubtedly a kind of depravity. Our companions are all sucking dew and playing with cool clouds.

And what about us? Our only decoration, as you can see, is a body of smoke that never falls. Yes, our fate is predetermined, and in this city of cars and chimneys, our existence is only a sad embellishment.

But you can save your compassion, because this fate is in fact our own choice—otherwise we would not have had to grow green leaves in the spring, and we would not have to sacrifice the shade in the summer. The Divine Cause is always painful, but it is only this pain that can give us depth. When night falls, the whole city is full of red lights and green wine.

And we are in silence, we are in the darkness, we are in the loneliness of not being understood. But we struggled to bite our gums until the colorful flags of the morning glow were raised, and we stood in a column to salute. In any case, there must be some people in our city to welcome the sun!

If no one else welcomes us, we are responsible for bringing the light in. At this time, perhaps an early child walks over and greedily breathes in the fresh air, and this is the moment we are most proud of. Yes, perhaps all of us have long been accustomed to filth, but we still stubbornly create freshness that is not cherished.

Standing in the dust of the city, we are a row of sad and happy trees. When the story was over, there was silence. A story with neither plot nor intersperse, but I heard them sigh deeply.

I know that the story touched at least themselves. Then I heard another, deeper sigh – I know, it was my own. [4]

1.Add a little bai to the text

Does "this" refer specifically to how much?

We shouldn't be standing here.

2.In the second paragraph, "Our companions are all in the dew, and they are all playing with the cool clouds." What is the purpose of introducing the companions of the street trees to "absorb dew" and "play with cool clouds"?

In contrast to their hardships, they could have enjoyed the beauty of nature as much as their companions.

The sacred cause is always painful, but only this pain can give us depth. 1. In the second natural paragraph, it is said that "this is undoubtedly a depravity". What does "degenerate" mean here?

"Degenerate" here means that they have been far away from the forest, away from their companions, standing in the dust of the city, and their living conditions and self-image have fallen greatly.

2. Why do you say that "our existence is only a sad embellishment?" ”

Because the people of the city have become accustomed to pollution, they have become insensitive to environmental pollution, although the street trees are trying to create fresh air, but after all, they have more than enough energy to change the overall situation, so it is just a sad embellishment.

3. "If no one else welcomes usher, we are responsible for bringing the light. Since "no one else greets us", why did "we" go?