On my trip to the countryside, I came to a small bridge. The stream was babbling under the bridge, and I saw an old man and a child sitting under an old tree. The old man with gray hair and apparently had lived many years, while the child was young and not yet grown, and they looked at each other and smiled, giving a sense of mystery.
I walked up to them curiously, and the old man spoke, "I am the guardian of this place, coexisting with heaven and earth. This child represents the hope of the future, so I am with him. ”
I was amazed by the old man's words and asked him to explain in detail. The old man began to tell slowly:
Once upon a time, there was a great flood that flooded the entire place. Heaven had mercy on the people, so they lowered this ancient tree. The tree grows next to the bridge, and its roots go deep into the water, turning into piers with dense foliage that can block the sun. Since then, the floods have ceased to flood and people have been able to live and work in peace. ”
The old man continued: "I have been ordered by Heaven to guard this tree. I Xi the truth between heaven and earth with the children under the tree, and inherit the wisdom of the past and the present. When night came, the two of us leaned against the tree and fell asleep, and in our dreams we traversed famous mountains and rivers and talked to great figures in history. ”
After listening to the old man's story, I was in awe and asked them what they had learned Xi. The old man smiled and did not answer, but looked at the child and said, "You can try to explain." ”
The child replied earnestly: "What I learn Xi is the truth of nature and the philosophy of life." I understood that everything in heaven and earth is interconnected and interdependent. Therefore, we should revere nature and care for life, only in this way can we live in harmony with nature. ”
After listening to the children's words, I woke up from a dream and bowed my head to thank them. The old man and the child looked at each other and smiled, then drifted away. I stood alone at the head of the bridge and watched their backs disappear behind the ancient trees. The stream continued to flow, as if the bridge and the flowing water were echoing their laughter.