香樟树在林子里很沉默,新出土的小草们从没听过她出声。春天万物复苏,一切都在绽放,连灌木丛里都抽出了花穗。在诞生的时节里,好奇与期盼是最美的花朵。当春雨洒下时,小草们躲在香樟树下,蓄势待发。她们做了好准备,要茁壮成长,没有什么能够阻挡生命的奇迹,总有一天她们都会成为参天大树。灌木弯下腰,在草丛中打滚,他一边倾听着小草们的梦想,一边向四周舒展筋骨,他知道自己的世界在哪里。
渐渐的,树林变成了绿色的海洋,小乌在浪花间穿行,蜜蜂在水下嬉戏,他们是欢乐的舞者,也是盛夏的领路人。小草们挤在树下,你推我搡,她们都希望自己能够变得更强壮,而一阵热风吹过,让现实变得娇嫩。灌木丛着东倒西歪的她们说:“别傻了,要再拔高点,你们就要被风吹走了!草有草的生活,咱们聚在一起永远不会孤单!”
小草们齐声附和:“是啊,真是走运,能够保留这细软的腰随风起舞,要长成那样,可真是无趣死了。"她们默契地看向香樟树,心满意足地笑了。一根爬藤偷偷地牵住了香樟树的手,他温柔地抚摸着树纹,向阳光走去。
灌木丛对小草们说:“做小草是很幸福的,雷电风雨就交给那些自以为是的大树们吧。别看他们表面风光,其实个个寂寞难当。不信?你问问香樟树,她可曾有过伙伴!”
小草们齐声说:“难怪她总是什么都不说,原来是在背地里羡慕咱们啊!”
爬藤把香橡树搂得更紧了,他说:“别理她们,她们什么都不懂,一旦发现自己再也不能长高,就开始贬低一切。咱们的世界在上面,在更高更远的明媚阳光下。”
秋风带着香棹的小黑果,洒落地面,草丛里再次传来嘲笑声:“味道古怪的屎球子,逢鸟都不肯吃。看她那高高在上的德性,其实也不过如此嘛!就是就是,看看人家那些大树的果实,连猴子都被吸引过去了。哈哈哈哈哈,没办法啊,她脾气那么古怪刻薄,果实的味道自然也是一样!”
混木丛说:“你们别这样,她不和咱们说话是因为她是树啊,树自然比草要高贵些!”
小草们炸开了锅,一窝蜂地嚷嚷开来:“臭屁什么啊,不要脸,只不过走运,发芽的时候正好是一棵树而已,她有为此努力过吗?她有像咱们一样为了生存苦苦挣扎过吗?你看人家梧桐伯伯,多么亲善啊,常常讲故事,说道理,他比香樟树高好几个头呢,可人家就是有涵养。整片树林里,也就她整天摆架子装清高!你看她身上那些碗大的节疤,肯定是干了什么丢人的事,被老天爷惩罚的!”
秋风的面目渐渐挣特,它挥舞着懂刀,收割着脆弱。小草们的木覆陷入黄土,命运之路不再模糊,她们高喊着:“如果有来世,咱们依然要在一起:如果有来世,咱们还做无人问津的小草!虽然短暂,但咱们轰轰烈烈地活过,笑过,远胜那些沉默的永生者!”
灌木丛早已沉寂,他知道,幕间休息的时刻到了。老梧桐对香樟树说:“如果你想要特立独行,那就要让自己变得更粗壮!凭你的小身板,还是低调一些的好啊!做慢只会让你被偏见刺的遍体鳞伤。”
最后一根小草被吹走,爬藤叹了一口气:“知道吗,亲爱的。有时为了生存,我们必须寻求依靠,必须相互扶持。黑夜太漫长了,而阳光又那么短暂。我不忍心看你孤独……如果你不是那么倔强,我或许会真的爱上你………不过,对你来说,都无所谓吧……”风雪来临前的一晚,仅存的一截爬藤松开了香棒树的手。
光秃秃的老梧桐正打算睡去,他看了一眼绿叶满枝的香樟树说:“为什么呀,有时低头并不是懦弱,连我也要向冬神的铁蹄膜拜。别被一时的荣誉冲昏头脑,繁华转瞬即逝。抛开你的那些骄傲吧,风雪女王的惩罚,还没受够吗?……唉,固执的年轻人,你保重吧!“雪花饥渴地爬上繁茂的香樟叶,死死叨住。其他树木已经褪去羽毛,进入寂灭的梦乡,他们干枯的手臂抓不住多少白色的现实。香樟树感到,一些曾经的珍惜与渴望正在与自己挥,经过几个冬天的试炼,她已经习惯割舍。那些铁石一般的坚强会留到明年,成为新的骄做。
风雪女王化为溪水,流向远方,香樟树的伤口已经愈合,湿润的土地上,耀芽们急不可耐,灌木丛推开断木,向老梧桐致敬。苏醒的树林里,飘荡着大家还未散去的梦,一切都在苏醒。香樟树依旧默默无语。
或许她已经解释过太多次了,或许她觉得那些人说的并没有错,或许她井不认为自己的生活与别人的有什么不同!她只是在用自己的方式呼吸而已。
怀疑自己的人,才会在意别人的言语。信念动摇的人 才会渴望理解
The camphor tree was silent in the forest, and the newly unearthed grasses had never heard her speak out.
Spring everything recovers, everything is blooming, even the bushes have pulled out the flower spike.
In the birth season, curiosity and hope are the most beautiful flowers.
When the spring rain fell, the grasses hid under the camphor tree, ready to go.
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They are well prepared to thrive, there is nothing to stop the miracle of life, one day they will become a towering tree.
The bushes bent down and rolled in the grass, and as he listened to the dreams of the grasses, he stretched his muscles around him, knowing where his world was.
Gradually, the woods became a green ocean, Xiaowu in the waves, bees play underwater, they are happy dancers, but also the leader of the summer.
The grasses are huddled under the trees, you push me, they all want to be stronger, and a hot wind blows, making reality delicate.
Shrubs of east and west crooked they said: Don't be silly, to pull high point, you will be blown away by the wind! Grassy life, we get together will never be lonely! The grasses echoed in unison: yes, it was lucky to be able to keep this soft waist dancing with the wind, to grow like that, but it was really boring to die.
They looked at the camphor tree in silence and smiled with satisfaction.
A rattan secretly held the hand of the camphor tree, he gently stroked the tree pattern, walking towards the sun.
The bushes said to the grass: do grass is very happy, thunder and rain to those who think they are big trees.
Don't look at their surface scenery, in fact, a lonely difficult.
unbelief? You ask the camphor tree, she has had a partner! Grass said in unison: no wonder she always does not say anything, the original is in the back of the envy of us ah! Climbing the vine to hold the oak tree tighter, he said: Ignore them, they do not know anything, once found that they can no longer grow tall, began to belittle everything.
Our world is above, in the bright sunshine higher and farther.
Autumn wind with the small black fruit, sprinkled on the ground, the grass again came the sound of ridicule: the taste of strange balls, when the birds refused to eat.
Look at her high moral character, in fact, but also so! That is, look at the fruits of the big trees, even the monkeys have been attracted to the past.
Hahahahahaha, no way ah, her temper so strange and mean, the taste of fruit is naturally the same! The bushes said: Don't you, she doesn't talk to us because she is a tree, the tree is naturally nobler than grass! The grasses blew open the pot, and shouted: "Skunk what ah, don't face, just luck, germination time is just a tree, she has worked hard for this?" Has she ever struggled to survive like we did? You see people's uncle, how kind ah, often tell stories, reason, he is several heads taller than the camphor tree, but others are well-bred.
The whole forest, that is, she put on a shelf all day to install high! You see those bowls of big scars on her body, must have done something shameful, punished by God! Autumn wind's face gradually earn special, it brandishes a knife, harvests fragile.
The grass cover into the loess, the road of fate is no longer blurred, they shouted: If there is an afterlife, we still want to be together: if there is an afterlife, we still do no one asked about the grass! Although short, but we live, laugh, far more than those who are silent eternal! The bushes had long been silent, and he knew that the time had come for a break.
The old man said to the camphor tree: If you want to be maverick, then make yourself more stout! With your small body, or low-key some good ah! Being slow will only make you stab by prejudice.
The last grass was blown away, and the rattan sighed: You know, dear.
Sometimes in order to survive, we must seek to rely on and support each other.
The night was too long, and the sun was so short.
I can't bear to see you alone... If you weren't so stubborn, I might really fall in love with you...... But it doesn't matter to you... The night before the storm, the only remaining piece of the climbing rattan loosened the hand of the incense tree.
The bare old man was about to go to sleep, he looked at the leafy scented camphor tree and said: Why ah, sometimes bowing his head is not cowardly, even I have to worship to the winter god's iron hoof.
Don't be overwhelmed by a momentary honor, bustling and fleeting.
Put aside your pride, hasn't you had enough of the wind and snow queen's punishment?...... Alas, stubborn young man, take care of it! Snowflakes are hungry to climb the lush camphor leaves, dead.
Other trees have faded their feathers and entered the silent dreamland, their dry arms unable to grasp much of the white reality.
Changshu felt that some of the once treasure and desire is swinging with themselves, after several winters of trial, she has been used to giving up.
Those iron and stone general strength will stay until next year, become the new proud to do.
The queen of wind and snow turned into a stream, flowing into the distance, the wounds of the camphor trees had healed, the moist land, the buds were impatient, the bushes pushed away the broken wood, to pay tribute to the old dragonfly.
Wake up in the woods, floating everyone has not yet dispersed the dream, everything is waking up.
The camphor tree is still silent.
Maybe she's explained it too many times, maybe she thinks those people are not wrong, maybe she doesn't think her life is any different from others'! She was just breathing in her own way.
People who doubt themselves care about other people's words.
A man whose faith is shaken is eager to understand MARK_BREAK_COMMENTS.