I am a willow tree, born in the wilderness, I don't know where my predecessor came from, whether it was a bird that brought me, or a pedestrian's clothes, or maybe a few willow seeds, and here I am fortunate enough to see this beautiful world!
In spring, when the warm wind blows slowly, the sleeping earth gradually wakes up, the sleeping grass sprouts, and gradually, my feet are full of green!
Looking at the green eyes, my mood is very relaxed, the weather is getting warmer, my branches are becoming softer, the spring breeze is gently blowing, I twist my waist and dance ......
The spring breeze at this time is called: "The wind blows the face and does not chill the willow wind"!
I bathed in this soft spring breeze, and I still remember when I was a child, playing with the grass, the grass didn't want me to grow taller, they wanted me to play with them forever, but I was a tree, how could I not grow taller?I want to grow taller, closer to the sky, I like to see the scenery, I can only see far if I stand tall!
So I know that I live here, and I have to be deeply rooted in my feet and grow into a towering tree!
The spring breeze and spring rain came as promised, and the misty drizzle fell from the sky, moistening my heart, and I enjoyed the sweet rain and dew!
The small leaf buds began to germinate, stretching the waist, gradually revealing the inner yellow leaves, and then as the leaf buds grew day by day, the flower buds protected by the leaf buds also slowly grew, poking out the goose-yellow head, round head, looking around, looking at this new warm world!
In early spring, small flowers gradually bloom, and the faint fragrance is filled in the warm spring breeze!
The little swallow rushed back in the spring breeze, hovering over my branches and frolicking, whispering!There are also chickadees who often come to join in the fun, hiding among the branches and singing gentle songs!
Since then, my world has been very lively!
The grass under the feet is also slowly growing, and there are some wild flowers in the grass, which are also growing quietly, full of greenery, and everything is in the spring, a harmonious world!
The faint fragrance of my flowers also attracts butterflies and bees to stop and enjoy the beautiful butterflies and bees flapping their wings and the wind flying around, and my mood is extremely comfortable!
My flowers fell slowly, and pieces of catkins flew in the wind, like snow, softly, fluttering in the air, some landing in the near distance, and some drifting into the distance!
My leaves began to change color, darkened, from tender green to dark green, and the long willow leaves, dressed up the branches beautifully, and my whole body was plump!
At this time, summer came, and I thought that this was a shade under my feet, and the birds were tired of flying, so they went to the branches to rest, and this became their happy home!
The flower bones in the grass grow day by day, slowly open, red like fire, white like snow, pink like the sun;Flowers swaying in the morning light, graceful and amorous bees and butterflies, flying around among the flowers, dancing ......
Looking at these beautiful elves around me, I also felt their joy and happiness, and my heart was full of joy!
The time of midsummer passed quietly, and the prosperous scene around me gradually lost its former prosperity with the arrival of the autumn wind!
The grass is the first to sense the arrival of autumn and no longer grows;An autumn frost fell mercilessly, and they drooped their heads, prostrate on the ground, bearing the stalks of the seeds, standing in the wind, and the seeds and leaves drifted ...... the wind
Only those colorful chrysanthemums, purple, pink, red and yellow, are not afraid of the cold, chasing the direction of the sun in the cold wind, still open, and the faint fragrance of chrysanthemums fills the air!There are also some bees and butterflies, which also take advantage of the blooming flowers to flock in flocks to meet the flowers, and the butterflies are still dancing ...... the flowers
The weather is getting colder and colder, and the little swallow takes her children and hurries to her home in the south in a flock!(To be continued).