Every time I go back to my hometown, I don't want to see the old house, the yard, or the flowers and trees, but I want to see the big camphor tree.
The camphor tree is indeed very large and needed.
Only four or five adults can hug it, and the villagers always say that it has become a fine, and even say: such a big tree, I am afraid that there will be a big man within a radius of 100 miles!
I have traveled a lot of places, and I have seen the thousand-year-old camphor in some places, with red bands fluttering and incense, which is not as thick as it. So, for this big camphor tree, I pay special respect to it every year.
My father once got up at dawn and swept the camphor leaves, and the rustling sound was the "bell" when I got up when I was a child, and now it is the "lamentation" for me to remember my father. And invisibly, my father's respect for the big camphor tree has long been implanted in my heart.
Fathers often say that their childhood was spent in the shade of this tree. I climbed, played, read, and rested in its huge embrace, and its tranquil breath had already risen and fallen slightly in my body.
I once asked my father why a tree can grow so big. Father only said: its roots are deep! It was only after decades that my father became the root of my life that I understood the true meaning of these words.
I also asked my mother why this tree could grow so densely. The mother's answer was different from the father's, she said: Don't rush, grow slowly and patiently. Later, when I planted flowers and trees in the yard, I couldn't survive, but I quietly understood my mother's words: the growth of trees is the same as the growth of people.
In order to protect the tree, my father built the wall three times, and destroyed it three times in the flood. I continued to aspire and spend "heavy money" to protect the slope and surround the "Great Wall". Because, I understood my father's heart: it deserves to be protected!
This winter is very cold, and many flowers and trees have frozen to death. I hurried back to see the big camphor tree, which was safe and sound, still flourishing, and even sprouted new branches on its main trunk.
I was secretly amazed that it was freezing around me, and a real tree could grow into spring on its own!