I looked up at the new bud of that tree and couldn't help but marvel. All the other trees have sprouted, and every leaf is so dark green. And this tree, like a sail in a green ocean, is so dazzling green. Every branch shoots new buds. They are light yellow, light green or pink, just like little fingers and innocent children, so cute. That little pink leaf is like a naughty child sticking out his tongue at you and deceiving you. (These two sentences are good metaphors! ) Under the sunlight, they are like pieces of jadeite, so moist and crystal clear. Sunlight passes through them, as if they can still see their tiny blood vessels, and their lives are about to begin. I am deeply immersed in this light green light.

I still remember the last time, a tree on the school road, I don't know what strange disease it got, all its leaves fell off, leaving only bare branches, just like a skinny old man, dying. Finally, it could not resist the roar of the typhoon and the test of nature, and fell on the road to school. Because it blocked everyone's passage, the workers had to come and dig it up by the roots. The tree standing in front of me is like the strange tree before. Before the cold season comes, it has lost all its leaves. Just when we thought it was going to face a tragic fate, it gave us hope.

A leaf glided gently across my face and landed on the ground. I picked it up and held it carefully in my hand. It's so cute, it seems to say something to me, but I can't say it. I also have a lot to say to it. A breeze blew, bringing fresh breath, turning into a warm current, melting into my heart and taking away all my troubles. I took a deep breath, and when I breathed it out, my burden seemed to be unloaded and I felt refreshed.

Perhaps nature once wanted to abandon this tree, but it firmly grasped the hand of nature, and it will overcome the storm. I touched its rough bark with my hand and understood its hardships all the way. I can't help feeling that everyone, like a tree, has to go through the test of life. Strong people have experienced storms and ushered in a bright life; Cowardly people are knocked down by wind and rain and lead a mediocre life. I must always stand in front of me like this tree.

In the light green light, I unconsciously accelerated my pace.

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Standing on the slope of Shan Ye, a tree with the sky as the background is lonely. Especially at sunset, the ultimate goal is a gorgeous last red. The tree is bathed in the afterglow, like a person with sad eyes and the last glimmer of hope in his heart, waiting for another person who has never appeared before.

I stood in the twilight of the country, away from a tree. We read loneliness in each other's shadows.

Two summers ago, I watched the sea on a cliff by the sea alone. When my eyes fell, I found two pine trees side by side at the bottom of the cliff. The waves play like naughty children on the horizon, and the trees welcome the children like two kind old people. Corresponding to the vastness and noise of the sea, the trees are quiet and serene. I imagine this is a weather-beaten couple. They watch the sunrise and sunset at the seaside and listen to the time sliding in the wind.

I am used to thinking of the tree as a silent and rich person. Standing on the horizon of time and space, it interprets the four seasons of life in a lonely manner between heaven and earth.

From the germination of the first green leaf to the withering of the last leaf, this tree has experienced a cycle from prosperity to decline. When the green leaves cover the crown of the tree, the green juice flows on the tree. This is the juice of youth, which makes this tree full of young dreams. When I passed a tree in the sun in March, the faint fluff on the green leaves reminded me of a girl's fresh face in spring. So I smelled the moist, quiet and green fragrance of the tree, which splashed on my heart like green ink. At this moment, the tree is like a lively teenager, telling beautiful thoughts to the green leaves on its branches.

In my feeling, the trees in the hot sun are anxious. The cicada on the branch described its long boredom. On a hot summer day, the tree seems to be a young man disturbed by various thoughts, waiting for a coolness.

Nothing shows the glory of a tree like the heavy fruit on the branches. I use the word brilliant because trees paddle with time and reach the other shore like gold. Then the autumn wind brings the leaves one by one to the end of autumn. The tree in the autumn wind is sad and lonely, and the empty branches make it impossible to hold the last golden hand in autumn. It whispers silently in silence, like a middle-aged man who has spent all his youth coloring time and stained his temples with frost, telling his inner desolation.

The trees standing in the west wind look thinner and darker than before. When the snow accumulates on the branches, the tree looks back at the original simplicity of life in a piece of pure white, just like a white-haired old man who is about to enter the limit of life.

In the continuation of a tree's life day after day, time has carved vicissitudes on the tree, and the shape of the tree can often be used to interpret a person's heart. I once saw a tree on my trip. Judging from its thick trunk and gully-covered texture, this is an old tree with many rings. At the first moment, my heart was shocked by an inexplicable force-the trunk twisted, the branches knotted, and the crown with leaves tilted backwards, as if a person struggling in pain was waving his arms and screaming at the sky.