When I woke up in the morning, there was a dull, screeching sound of chainsaws in the yard, and out of curiosity, I went to the window to see what was going on.
I saw a few gardeners in the yard, they were wearing yellow overalls, wearing hard hats, standing on the herringbone ladder propped up, holding a chainsaw in their hands, and cutting off all the thick branches of some tall trees, and the ground was full of horizontal and vertical branches, the original leafy trees instantly became bare and low stumps, and the freshly sawed trunks left a clear and round fresh section, they were like peacocks with feathers plucked, with teeth and claws, and their bones were exposed, and there was no beauty at all。
According to the master workers, the trees in the community grew too tall and their branches stretched too long, and they felt that they did not look beautiful. The reason why I sawed the top of its main pole is that I don't want it to grow too tall, and I sawed the branches and branches that are slanted out next to it, in order to regulate its growth in the specified direction, they must grow like the appearance of the landscape tree, neither high nor low, and the branches should be evenly distributed around, shaped, lovely, and like a beautiful umbrella with a moderate height.
I suddenly felt sorry for these trees growing in the city, and I didn't know if they were wronged or not, and I didn't know if they were really happy. They live under people's noses, more than docile, lack of vitality, like captive pet puppies that always follow behind the owner, can not have their own personality, can not grow as they want, they must live ** they want to see and are willing to see the appearance, their existence is only to please people's appreciation and hobbies, a little disobedience, disobedience, there is a powerful chainsaw at any time, so that it encounters a thousand cuts, minutes can be moved bones, the head is different.
Think of the trees that grow on the cliffs of the mountains, and they grow in a variety of ways, with the mountains or squeezing out of the cracks in the stones, their roots still slanting in the air, but the treetops have grown straight up;The trees that grew on the mountainside, shoulder to shoulder, one by one desperately growing upward, they were slender, and they could grow as tall as they wanted;These trees, full of primitive wildness, are free-spirited, uninhibited, do not look at anyone's face, completely make their own decisions, and each grows its own unique posture.
Even if those old trees, after many years of wind and rain, their waists can't straighten up, the trunks are weathered, decayed, and the leaves gradually fall off, they can still continue to exist in their territory, and they will not let it live because they are no longer young, even after a long period of vicissitudes, their stumps and leaves still stick to their original places, converted into organic fertilizer on the spot, and continue to nourish the new generation of trees to grow strongly.
Looking at the trees in the yard, I thought of the children in the city again. Aren't they also like trees in the city, in a way?Since they started kindergarten, they have been constantly pruned by their parents and teachers like trees in the park, they are required to learn piano, dance, Olympiad, English, every parent and teacher has their so-called good student in their hearts, and the aesthetic standard is almost carved out of a mold. I can't say that the children raised in such a mold are not good, but I always feel that after such deliberate pruning and education, they always seem to be missing something compared with the children who grew up in the countryside.
The axe-shaped trees in the yard will sprout new branches at the beginning of next spring, and they will grow in the proper place designed for them by the gardener, and they are definitely a bunch of obedient and obedient children.