There is a large tree more than 10 meters tall in the backyard of my hometown, and it has been rooted here for as long as I can remember.
The rain in my hometown is always pouring down, soaking the freshly dried earth, and the trees become full of life under the rain. This tree, battered by the cold winter and scorched by the midsummer sun, still stands there. Some people say that people are like the body of a tree, and only when the roots of the tree are deep in the soil can a man stand up to the sky. This spring breeze blows into the hair of the tree, like a fish thrown into the arms of water. In spring, when everything is revived, delicate shoots will always grow on the branches, and the leaves that bloom first will always grow towards a bluer sky. The new shoots, from bright red to turquoise, may have been through the wind and rain many times, and they are silent during the day, and they may accumulate energy at night.
Some leaves have just sprouted, and when the wind blows, they will also fall from the branches, and the leaves are like the children of the tree, which never stay in the world for a second longer, but then fall into the ground, turning into dirt and waiting for new life. Sometimes, in the summer, the sky is covered with dark clouds, and then lightning and thunder roar, and the rumbling thunder resounds from the sky, and the wind rages and engulfs the scenery on the mountain. The trees rustle like birds singing, and like a sailboat in the sea riding the wind and waves in the heavy rain.
After the storm, the flowers that are still standing on the branches are still not afraid of the wind and rain and compete to bloom.
This tree has been with me for 20 years. In that barren era, being able to hide under the big trees to enjoy the shade, and in the middle of summer, listening to the birds humming in the trees was the most pleasant pastime after tea and dinner.
The tree changes color in the autumn, and the leaves dance in the autumn wind and fall into the ground in an instant, and the fallen leaves on the ground, beckoned by the wind, surround the tree. At the tips of the trees, there are occasionally a few nests of small birds, which chirp and dance on the branches. This tree attracts not only birds, but also butterflies and bees in spring, dragonflies and chichi in summer. They all lurk on the branches, hiding from predators and searching for food. Under the scorching sun, they flew under the eaves and hid under the tiles.
The snowflakes that fell in this winter also inadvertently hung on this branch, crushed the decaying branch, and fell to the ground. In the winter nights, the leaves sleep in the earth, and only in the spring of the following year will they hang on the branches for people to admire.
Standing under the tree and looking at the moon in the night sky, only then will you feel that the night is particularly long, and the mottled black shadow under the tree gradually changes direction after the moon rises. In the dark night, the moonlight will sway in colorful colors, and this tree not only lives in life, but also lives in my life.
This tree has been with you for more than 20 years, and you can no longer see the green leaves on the branches, nor can you see the once thriving scene. The tree may be reborn and set free after it has decayed.