i am a tree

The whole dead winter was spent in repeated groping.

Maybe it turned into a tree, and my patience was magnified infinitely. No matter how many times I failed, I could still continue to the next time without the slightest emotional ups and downs.

The big trees around are still the same, and the dead branches are constantly shaking in the cold wind, making a creaking sound. When the wind is too strong, the ends of the dead branches will be broken.

In this woodland swamp, even in winter, it will not snow, but the temperature will be relatively low.

By the end of winter, there was finally some progress.

I still can't do it, but I can collect some of the surrounding thin spiritual energy and let them gather together slowly, but after gathering together, it is still useless at all. I think of everything that Dashu has done, Just channel that aura to its roots.

I don't know how many years the big tree has grown. Over the years, some roots have grown out of the ground. I led the spiritual energy over and slowly controlled it to go deep into the ground along the roots little by little.

I have been doing this tirelessly throughout the winter.

I don't know if it's useful, but just doing this makes me feel a little hopeful.

In a blink of an eye, it is spring.

In the season of recovery of all things, the sun begins to shine brightly, and even the birds are chirping and singing cheerful tunes.

Just as seeds can sense the sunlight, trees can also sense the changes in the seasons of the earth. Before that, buds grow one by one on the branches, waiting for the spring breeze to blow, and then slowly grow young leaves.

In this season, even the aura in the air has jumped out, with a faint vitality.

I still carried out the matter of guiding the aura to travel in the roots of the big tree in an orderly manner, and I was always paying attention to the changes of the big tree.

The primroses blooming in early spring have already been placed on the branches, and various shades of purple are mixed with other kinds of wild flowers against the green and tender grass leaves, making the whole grassland full of an indescribable beauty in an instant. .

However, to my disappointment, no matter how the surrounding flowers and trees grew in the spring breeze, the big tree still didn't move at all.

On the withered tree trunks, some tree mushrooms even grew after the rain.

Gray and white tree mushrooms represent that all or part of the tree has died and become a paradise for other plants.

For a moment, I thought about giving up these futile actions, but maybe it was inertia, maybe it was the patience of the tree that allowed me to continue with the work in hand.

Day by day passed, and it was almost late spring.

I woke up from a shallow sleep, and it was a new day. I habitually raised my head and looked at the crown of the big tree.

Suddenly, I seemed to have discovered something. If I was still a human being, I would definitely have to rub my eyes. But now, I can only stare at that place closely based on my feeling. A small bud grows on a big tree. on a thick tree trunk.

Signs of life finally returned to the tree.

Facing the last wave of spring breeze, my new leaves are swaying and swaying, as if celebrating the occurrence of all this.

The narcissus flower spirit that occasionally appears in winter also flew over. It first stopped on my branch and looked around blankly. When it saw the big tree, it was slowly flew towards the big tree.

It still flew unsteadily, but it managed to fly to the trunk of the big tree, and touched the spore with its delicate hands.

Two days later, the bud of the big tree grew a new tender green leaf.

On the whole withered tree, there is just one leaf, shaking gently in the late spring wind, a little pitiful but giving people a feeling of infinite vitality.

Just such a touch of green makes people full of endless expectations.

I hope that the translucent figure of the big tree will walk out of the tree and appear in front of me again.

One piece, two pieces, three pieces—

Pieces of young leaves grew out one after another, swaying against the wind on the dead branches of the big tree. This kind of vitality in the dead makes people feel a lot.

I guided that bit of spiritual energy to swim through the roots of the big tree over and over again, and the technique of controlling the spiritual energy became more and more proficient.

Not without the slightest surprise in the monotonous action of day after day.

Just like now, I suddenly found that the aura I was pulling seemed to have encountered some obstacles.

The big tree is deeply rooted in this land, and the territory occupied by the intricate roots is probably much larger than the body of the big tree in terms of area alone.If you use a section view, you can see the roots of big trees everywhere under this grassland.

Originally, after such a long time, some of the thinner tree roots have rotted and turned into soil, becoming a part of the earth. Only the thicker tree roots still barely survived, but now, there is an almost It is a liquid white unknown object, which is rampant in the roots of the big tree, and its power is far stronger than the aura I introduced.

It unceremoniously swept away the aura I introduced, greedily absorbing everything around it like the sea into a river.

I don't know what this thing is, but instinctively, I think this strange thing may be the opportunity of the big tree, so I try my best to collect aura and send it over.

That white thing is like a vortex, stirring up the air nearby, but no matter how powerful it is, "a clever woman can't cook without rice", the originally thin aura of this woodland swamp is still far from enough to deal with it need.

So it was restless, wandering crazily in the roots of the big tree, and even slipped along the roots to the body of the big tree one day.

After tossing and tossing for a long time, I don't know whether it was due to exhaustion of energy or other reasons. It finally calmed down and began to flow along the roots, trunk, and heart of the big tree at an extremely slow speed.

The big tree seemed to be warmed up, and with the actions of this unknown object, its vitality became stronger and stronger.

Until the green leaves are all over the branches, lush and lush, it looks as if it has returned to the past.

However, the big tree still did not reappear.

And I also took it for granted that the heavy damage caused Dashu to return to the original point overnight, and now everything has to start again.

But I guessed wrong.

Within a few days, new changes took place on the tree.

A hazy shadow loomed on the top of the big tree. I shook the leaves on the branch, and I was pleasantly surprised to see all this. I thought it would take hundreds of years to see the figure, but it was so short Appeared within the time, it is really happy to know what to do.

Only when I saw the big tree did I know how much I missed it.

The last transformation of the big tree looked simple, it just came out of the tree very naturally, but this time, it seemed to be dragged by the tree, sometimes swallowing and sometimes appearing, it seemed to be experiencing An extremely difficult struggle, just like giving birth to a life.

For a whole early summer, the big tree still couldn't break free from the tree and come out again.

But that shadow became clearer and clearer. From my side, I could see clearly that it was the tree's original appearance, and even the withered half of its face hadn't changed at all.

It's just that it kept its eyes closed, its expression distorted, and it lost its former peace and security.

It is raining today.

rainstorm.

The rain fell from the sky and fell on the ground crackling. The rain was amazing. After a while, the water in the pond was full and overflowed. The rainwater accumulated in the nearby woods also formed along the natural The ditches drained into the pond.

Even a dead mouse was washed in there.

The clump of daffodils was subdued by the ferocious rain, and the unwilling branches and leaves were soaked in the water, making it shake the long leaves unconsciously, and the daffodil spirits flew out in the heavy rain, I looked at the dead mouse with disgust, but I couldn't get it away. I could only hug the flower I lived in and keep it from touching the dirty water.

In this heavy rain, the big tree finally completed the difficult rebirth and walked out of the tree.

That vague shadow was washed away by the heavy rain, almost disappearing in the rain and mist, but it remained condensed and did not disperse.

The big tree raised its head and looked at its own tree body. A white thing flew out of the tree body. As soon as the thing came out, it immediately flew into the sky.

Dashu stretched out his hand suddenly, the white thing had no escape, as if controlled by an invisible thread, struggling desperately but it was useless at all, he could only watch helplessly as he was forced into the In Dashu's body, he reluctantly became a part of Dashu.

After the white thing entered the body, the big tree didn't move for a long time, just stood there in the heavy rain. It was surrounded by puffs of mist, and the rain was blocked outside.

I think the big tree is probably digesting what it has eaten, which will take a certain amount of time, and it will be fine after this time.

So be patient.

The torrential rain in summer comes and goes in a hurry. After a while, the rain stops and the wind clears, and the sky clears up again. The grass and trees are covered with drops of rain, which flow down the stems, or directly fall and splash. some fine water droplets.

The big tree finally moved.

It turned its head, and the fog covering its body slowly dissipated, revealing the translucent figure inside. I saw it looking around blankly, as if a little at a loss.

After a long time, it finally raised its feet and walked slowly under the tree.

Warm sunshine, verdant grass, blooming wildflowers, dense trees, chirping birds, and animals foraging, all of these can be seen, heard, and smelled every day, but Still different.

The big tree walked and looked at it, as if it was full of interest in these things, but it didn't take a look at me.

I shook my leaves and made a thin rustling sound, trying to remind it, but it still didn't respond at all.

After seeing the big tree enough, maybe it finally remembered me, the little tree that I have taken care of for a long time, and walked towards me.

I thought it would still caress my branches and leaves like that.

But it just took a step and walked over my trunk without stopping.

It's like weeds underfoot.

I feel its translucent shadow passing over my trunk with slight weight.

The rustling of leaves.

Slowly, it fell silent, and finally became silent.