The story of the tree

It was already late autumn, the wind had a painful sensation on the face, and the last leaf of a fruit tree had fallen to the ground, but the last fruit was still hanging high on the branch. It was not yet ripe. It was a late ripening fruit, and the mother tree was worried about it: "It must feel cold! It must feel very lonely! We can't let it stay up there anymore, in case it is devoured by hungry birds?" The tree's mother then shook it hard and the fruit fell to the ground and rolled to the tree's mother's side. The mother tree breathed a long sigh of relief: "This is good, I will let the warm soil protect it, and I will watch it sprout and grow into a small tree!"

　　All winter long, the mother tree watched over the little fruit hidden in the soil. Hope and hope, the warm spring finally arrived, the mother tree has put on a tree of green. But there was nothing in the place where the little fruit was hidden. "Will the little fruit sprout?" The mother tree was very worried. The spring is almost over, but the little fruit ......

　　"Are you still sleeping, my child? Children don't sleep. Get up quickly! How beautiful spring is!" The mother tree called out eagerly. The little fruit seems to hear the words of the mother tree, catching the last train of spring and bursting out of the soil with white and white buds.

　　"It's not easy for the little fruit! It has finally sprouted and become my tree child." The mother tree was so happy that her eyes overflowed with tears, "I must do my mother's duty to protect you. Let you grow well and become a big tree like your mother."

　　In summer, the sun baked the earth fiercely. The grass is baked and rolled up, and the flowers are drooping and listless. The green canopy of the mother tree is like a huge umbrella, covering the sun, and the tree children do not feel hot or thirsty under the green shade of the mother tree. The three children are comfortable. When the rainstorm came, the flowers and plants not far from the tree were beaten and fell. But the tree was still standing upright. It was protected by its mother tree! The wind blew, the flowers and plants were swept east and west, and their heads were dizzy, while the tree child still stood straight, because of the protection of the tree mother ......

　　However, after the storm, the grass is greener, the flowers are more colorful, and the tree child is straight, but its branches are thin, and the leaves are yellow and white, not a bit of life.

　　"What's wrong? I am very careful to protect my child, try to keep it from the wind, rain, and sun! Looking at the tree child's thin and yellow appearance, the tree mother was worried: "Is it sick? Am I not taking care of it well enough? If I could, I would like to peel off my century-old bark coat and let my child wear it. ......"

　　The tree child finally fell ill and its tiny waist bent. "Who can save my child! I would give my life. For my poor child!" The mother tree shouted.

　　A farmer passed under the big tree. He looked at the tree child and said, "I can save your child and make it grow into a big tree just like you."

　　"Really? What can you do?" The mother tree was elated.

　　"Let it leave you and leave your shelter." The farmer finished, dug the tree child away, and moved it to an open place.

　　"Here is a plain, away from the mother tree. Will I die?" The three children were afraid.

　　"Don't be afraid, I believe you can!" The farmer said.

　　The rain came and beat the tree child straight. "Don't panic! Don't panic! Be sure to hold on. Don't let yourself fall." The tree child said to himself.

　　A big wind came and the tree child was blown east and west. "Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid. You'll get over it." The tree child cheered himself up.

　　The sun was shining so hard that the tree was thirsty and its leaves were wrinkled. "With roots, I will not die." The tree child rooted deeper, "No mother in, only on their own."

　　The summer passed quickly. Hey! The tree child did not die but grew taller, bigger, and firmer. Autumn came, and the autumn wind blew away the leaves of the tree child, the tree child was bare, but the tree child was happy! Winter is here. The snow presses down on the tree child's body, and the tree child does not grunt a bitter and tired, it is not afraid of snow. Another spring comes, and the tree child grows new leaves and beautiful flowers. The tree child has grown up.

　　Looking at its tree full of flowers, the tree child thought: When I become a true mother, I will also love my children, but I will not spoil them as my mother did. I will let them grow up through the storm.