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Banyan tree, I really love you, I don't know the origin of your name, but I really miss you. In the era of the anti-Japanese beacon fire, your straight tree pole pierced the blue sky, black clouds pressed against you, and your tree pole stood tall and motionless due to the attack of wind and rain.

Your body is wounded on the battlefield, blood stains your clothes red, you sweep your eyes and say with a smile, "It's okay". After bandaging, he hurried to the battlefield again. What kind of spirit is this, and where does this spirit come from?

In summer, you are kind and pleasant, sweating like rain, sheltering the people from the wind and rain. Although the apricot blossoms are good, it is a pity that I don't know who they are blooming for?

The thick green shore, the hundred-foot spring flows for you, the roadside grass is the finger chain for you to sleep, the new cicada sings for you, the sun shines on the stream, the dragonfly makes the shadow, the night, the stars are counted.

Banyan tree, although you are not as beautiful as the pear blossom tree, but you are stronger than her, although the locust tree has your cloud crown, but not as talented as you, ice muscles and jade bones, love and hate are clear.

In autumn, when the willow tree loses its leaves, adding to the depression, the banyan tree is still golden wind and green feathers, and the wind is bright and bright. Self is the first class in the tree.

Dou Xin Xiang, lock Qingqiu, green onions, light water, long blue sky, tender chrysanthemum yellow deep, you yourself dust-free. It is difficult to draw your charm with the holy hand of Danqing, and the traceless autumn water is clear to the bottom. Although the time fell, Xiaoyan still flew to Yan'an, skinny and windy.

Twilight clouds are stacked, winter difficulty, you talk and laugh, spend the cold night, and have a stronger will.

Your leaves, from a distance, are a green mountain, and up close, they are green eyes, and they see the wicked into the wood.

Your roots are deeply rooted in the soil of your homeland, you miss the people, and you love your motherland.

The cold stream is smiling, the sunset is sent back to Hong, and there is spring everywhere in the valley, a little bit of snow, like a bead jumping in the stream. At the beginning of the day, the river rises at the beginning of the month, the north wind rises, the leaves of the banyan tree do not fall, and who is singing "The Internationale". The sky is clear, the people are affectionate, the ground is clear, and the twilight clouds are heavy. Spring has reflected on the valley.

The village flute and the family flute, the dawn of the spring.

Banyan tree, with your industrious hands, creates a new world. You have reformed and opened up so that the people can live a good life.

And you yourself are indeed hard and simple, often reading the sentence "the worries of the world first, and the joy of the world after the world". Enrich others, and poor yourself. Red peach blossoms, green plantains.

For some reason, some people have forgotten your name, they don't know what you are, they don't know where you live, and they don't know how brilliant you are'History. I don't know why, but how terrible it is!

Yes, banyan tree, you fall and melt gold, you will not forget the land of China that gave birth to you and raised you; You will not forget the Motherland; You will not forget the people; You are alive as a tree, and you are dead as a tree. For thy roots have become clay again, and thy earth shall be at one with them forever.

I will remember your name, you are alive, I will water you, you are gone, I will see you off, I will always remember you with my relatives and grandchildren, the big banyan tree.

I sing your praises, I sing you, you are the song in my heart, the poem in my heart, you are the Chinese painting in my brain, the big banyan tree, you are a national treasure! You are the pillar of the country.

Ask the prosperous who gives, listen to the children's laughter, "the big banyan tree." ”