Tuowu Yanzhi s essay Looking Up at the Big Tree 800 words

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Every time I see a big tree with deep roots and lush leaves, a crown like a cloud, and a towering tree, I feel respect. In the tree rooted in the earth, stretch out the branches and leaves to embrace the sky, get the air of heaven and earth, enjoy the essence of the sun, moon and stars, it and birds and beasts, wind and rain, thunder and lightning, clouds, frost and snow as companions and friends, the atmosphere of liberal arts encompasses all things, very kingly style, not revered by people. The fact that a tree can live for hundreds or thousands of years is a miracle in itself, and what other life in the world can last as long as a tree?

The vitality of the big trees is magical, such as the big banyan tree in the south and the poplar in the north, but it is even more amazing that there is the poplar tree in the desert, which grows in the hot sand dunes that can ignite the air and is vigorous and vigorous; What's more, there is the top of the Yellow Mountain, the welcoming pine in the rock crevice of the cliff, there is almost no soil, it actually escapes obliquely, grows tall and verdant, how they grow, it is incredible! Big trees are actually very ordinary, they grow in the city and the countryside, row by row, piece by piece, everywhere. The big tree is also benevolent, it does not hunt and hunt, even the humble as grass, humble as the ant does not prey, it breathes with nature, its life comes from all things, and in turn nourishes all things, it is a model of harmony and harmony with nature, symbiosis and co-prosperity.

The tree does not need to be nurtured by people, but it is generously offered to people: its branches, leaves, flowers and fruits, its majestic trunk, and its constant release of life. Big trees can even give people loving feelings:

Isn't it just like an old father whispering to you about the mysteries of heaven and earth? The big tree gives people too much, and its only request is not to "break ground" for it easily. The beautiful life form of the tree is harmonious and amiable, and people are happy with the tree, and they live with it, watching it grow and flowers bloom and fall until we grow old.

And the big tree will not grow old, it with its life (including other plants) constitutes the youthful vitality of this world, so that the world is full of vitality green, is the birthmark of the earth, the original color of life, what color is more worthy of admiration than green? Look up at the tree and pay your respects to it!

A pond of duckweed, green and green, which also has a little water color, when there is no wind, it is like a piece of cloth on the surface of the pond, without the slightest wrinkle, and like a natural green copper mirror floating in the pool.

There are also a few branches that stick straight into the surface of the pool, and the noodles are slightly scratched - but they can't be completely cut, which shows its vitality. Weeds and kingfishers also disturb the pingweed from time to time, and the ripples of the fish cannot but appear, making the duckweed even more crowded and nervous.

The wind is strong, and it is duckweed that wrinkles and folds; It is the weeds that bend over and swing their heads; The kingfisher was long gone, and the wrinkles were only for a moment, and the wind was a little less, and the flat face returned to its original state. After that, it was wrinkled and fluctuating again. Sometimes there are also "visits" by fish.

The wind is the devil, the weeds are bacteria, but it can't destroy it.

After the wind, the noodles are still intact - except for a few debris.

This reminds me of Wen Tianxiang's poem "Life experience ups and downs, rain and ping". Yes, life is not like duckweed, there are always turmoil in a peaceful life; And the wind and waves contain a peaceful life.

The twists and turns of life are not duckweed that survives in the wind, duckweed is to take root in the water, and human rafters destroy bows and slander horns and carry dusters in order to survive in the world.

Bumpy and bumpy, long life, sighing at the sky, sighing at the lost life; Praise the Yellow River and praise the majesty of the Yellow River; Weeping at the grass, no one knows; Stand on the high mountain and sing, sing the majesty of the mountain; Whisper to the creek, chant the trickle of the creek ......

If life only has the calm of duckweed and no wind, then life is a glass of fresh water without taste; If there is only the selfishness of the river, then the world is as cold as frost everywhere; If there is only the pride of the mountains, then there is no selfless love ...... in the world

Your own life, your own path, are under your own feet and in your own hands.

Life! Duckweed!

There is a big tree to shelter you from the wind and rain; There's a big tree to shield you from the scorching sun, and that's it.

An eternal tree, this is a selfless tree, this is an old tree, and it is the parents, what about you? It's the little tree 、、、 under the big tree

Regardless of the wind and rain, regardless of the severe cold and heat, this big tree always insisted, with its sweat to care for you, with its hard work to feed you, until the tree died, withered, until the small tree became mature, lush, and at this time, at the same time as the small tree became a timber, the big tree also slowly came to the end, lingering.

When you were young, your parents gave you the good ones and let you enjoy the spring-like love, and you gladly accepted it, because you are not sensible and do not know how to cherish it, and it will be broken at once, and your parents will not punish you, just smile.

Big, sensible, know to cherish, but the years don't wait for anyone! Parents are old and going to another world, leaving you with only a kind smile, at this time you are mature, lush, understand the preciousness of love, and time waits for ......These truths are the ...... that your parents tell you bit by bitThey also say that there is a big tree that will always shelter you from the wind and rain.

Yes, there is an eternal tree that will always care for you and care for you.

Do you have a story or a sincere feeling?

I have always believed that people and trees have an indissoluble fate in the dark.

The same time ripples on the trees, and at the same time, it will also carve a mark on the person's ** and become an indelible witness in life. Whether it is growth or aging, these ripples or imprints contain the wind and sand of time to pave the course behind us, which is the testimony of our past life.

People should have a tree in their life, a tree that is connected to their own blood. When we stand under the tall tree and look up, we can feel the bubbling vitality flowing in the big tree to connect with our own blood, and we and the tree become one at that moment, just like the naughty child who looked up at his handsome father. At that moment, we all belong only to nature.

Man is destined to be a restless animal, and when he has legs, he must wander through life.

And the tree is calm, and when it takes root, it is steadfast.

I believe that in the place where I have walked every day, there will be a tree that is connected to my blood. It's like a child believing that there will be someone on the other side of the world who looks like him. We're growing together.

When a person is tired of walking during the journey, he can't help but imagine like a child of a big tree, returning to his roots.

The tree is unswerving, no matter when I go back, I can put my arms around it like a grandmother's neck, the same vicissitudes of life, the same warmth.

The tree that belongs to me may be a sycamore in the yard of my hometown.

My aunt said that it was not a place to grow and that it would block the window of the old house in the future and cut it off, but my grandmother refused.

For more than ten years, the old house has grown from the roof to the threshold, and the mud walls have peeled off layer by layer, and now only two remnants of the wall remain. And the sycamore tree has grown taller year by year, and now it is enough to guard the foundation of the old house.

I remember that my grandmother said at that time, keep a tree and make a dowry for the girl.

I had decided that my grandmother didn't care for me, but when she was standing under this tree, I wanted to be better for her.

My plane tree is handsome and straight, and I have the impression that it is perfect, with large and beautiful leaves, and a clean trunk, and many eyes on it, always looking into the distance, deep and far. We drink the same water.

Maybe one winter, my tree will stay in the cold wind and leave quietly.

Maybe I'll grow old one winter, like my tree.

But there is a tree in my life that has lived with me, and we have grown old together, and I will be very happy.