i am a tree

The ground is a dazzling green carpet, and the fine grass is scrambling to grow, for fear of missing even a star and a half of time, it is too late to germinate when it should germinate, and grow leaves when it is time to grow leaves.

There are flowers that bloom in spring trembling in the spring breeze, white flowers the size of broken rice grains.

One or two flowers will feel a bit inconspicuous, but when they are scattered on this green carpet in twos and threes, they look very beautiful and very cute.

By the pond not far away, the cluster of daffodils has also bloomed.

Under the water are the long stems and leaves of cartilaginous grass and foxtail algae that slowly change with the current.

Under the reflection of the hatchback, that little space is filled with a quiet and leisurely atmosphere.

Daffodils seem quite content with their underwater viewers.

It changed from the pride of the past, and a few flowers hung down slantingly, gently touching the clear water.

I love this daffodil bush.

Just as I was admiring its beautiful figure, a discordant note broke all this.

A thunderous howl of a tiger sounded not far away, and I saw a female fox rushing out of the woods like an arrow.

It ran in a panic, looking back from time to time, and almost in the blink of an eye, it came to the big tree and stopped a few steps away from the stone.

Turning its head, it screamed at the little foxes that greeted it. The little foxes were frightened and shrank back.

The female fox gave them a reluctant look, then turned and ran in another direction.

The sound of animals running came from the woods not far away, and a tiger with a black king character on its forehead appeared in front of me.

It didn't seem to be in a hurry to chase its prey, but it sniffed around, then took a step, and walked slowly towards the tree.

This is the first time I saw a live tiger.

This tiger has a yellow-brown fur with black horizontal stripes on it, but a white chest and abdomen. Its body length is nearly two meters.

It looks very defiant, probably because there are no natural enemies in nature, and it lives at the end of the food chain.

That lazy posture seems to be telling all the creatures around that this territory is mine.

The female fox has run far away, but it has lost interest in chasing it. Probably for this tiger, chasing the female fox is just a kind of after-dinner entertainment.

The tiger shook its fur, licked its paws unwillingly, and walked under the big tree.

Then I saw a scene that made people dumbfounded.

According to ancient legends, tigers are feline animals, and cats are the masters of tigers. Cats can climb trees, but tigers can't. That's because the cat didn't teach it the tricks to save its life.

I have always believed in this story.

When I saw this tiger hugging the big tree and climbing up slowly, I knew that this rumor had no credibility at all.

Everyone has been deceived by this fairy tale.

This tiger, which can only climb trees, climbed to the branch where I was in two or three strokes.

It carefully kept its huge body balanced, and walked towards me step by step.

I suddenly had the illusion that I might be trampled flat.

But it didn't do that. It walked up to me, stared at me again and again, and finally, still unwilling to give up, stretched out a paw and patted my leaf.

I trembled.

The gray birds that went out to look for food also rushed back.

When it saw the tiger standing not far from its nest, it didn't immediately fly away in fright. Instead, it flew down and stood just one claw away from the tiger.

Then chirped.

The tiger raised its head and let out a long roar, as if impatient with the gray bird's cry, it jumped down from the tree with a "plop".

When it turned its head to leave, it scratched the trunk of the big tree with its paws, leaving four obvious paw prints.

The big tree didn't seem to have the slightest reaction to these, it just shook when the tiger slapped me with its paw.

The tiger shook his head, I think it seemed to be disapproving, but it didn't make trouble anymore, instead it walked over to the pond.

It also seemed to think that the narcissus cluster was very beautiful, so it leaned its face towards it, smelling it flower by flower.

Probably because the flower touched its nose, it couldn't help but raised its head and sneezed. The air flow caused by it made the narcissus bush shake vigorously.

Two flowers that were about to wither fell on the water immediately.

The tiger flicked it with its paws, and Hua followed its movements and came to it.

It lowered its head and took a deep breath, and I saw the two flowers flow into its belly along the water.

A tiger that likes to eat flowers.

I saw the clump of daffodil leaves swaying like a human being can't help but get goosebumps all over his body.

Probably realizing that his actions were not in line with his image, the tiger got out of the water resentfully.

The clear pond was stirred up by it, and now it is extremely muddy.

The few flowers that had touched the water surface were immediately moved away gently.

After the tiger came ashore, he shook his body to shake off all the water, and the water droplets splashed everywhere.

It sniffed around, as if it found something interesting, and walked back under the tree.

This time it didn't climb the tree, but stared at the rock with great interest.

The three poor little foxes probably huddled together and trembled under the aura of the king of beasts, I seemed to hear their whimpering.

Was the tiger going to use those three little cubs as food?

The weight of these three cubs should not be enough for it to fit between its teeth.

It might not be picky about food at all, as long as it can be eaten, I think.

I was a little worried about the three little foxes, but I couldn't do anything about what was about to happen.

Who made me a tree.

At this moment, the gray bird flew down, jumped onto the back of the tiger, and hopped around lightly and delicately.

And the female fox also went back and forth, ran over from the woods not far away, and stood in front of the cave.

The tiger sneezed again, as if he was very dissatisfied with the gray bird stroking his whiskers, but he had nothing to do with this clever gray bird.

As long as there is any movement, it will fly into the air. This kind of rogue approach is perfect for saving lives.

Tiger got angry.

It looked up to the sky and let out a long howl, and all the animals in the forest ran around.

Then, it probably felt a little bored, and slowly turned and left.

The female fox got into the cave immediately.

But the gray bird went back to the tree, to his nest.

As for the narcissus clump, they probably haven't gotten rid of the nightmare of being sniffed by the tiger, and they are still a little listless.

As for me, I feel that the water and nutrients drawn from the big tree are a bit strange.

It made my originally dull thinking more and more clear, and I can even vaguely remember some things that happened when I was a human being.

I find this woods very strange.

Maybe I'm in a place I don't understand at all.

To use a very vulgar word to describe it, these creatures all have a soul.

Just like a big tree.

It's just that I don't know how to communicate with them yet.

The weather is neither cold nor hot, and the sun is shining down, which makes people a little lazy. The surrounding plants are growing gratifyingly, green, and even the tips of the leaves are so tender that they drip water.

I am certainly no exception.

But the difference between me and these plants is probably that I have a consciousness, and my body, like those autonomic nerves in the human body that are not controlled by human consciousness, operates automatically and spontaneously. This special nervous system is mainly distributed in the trunk, The limbs and internal organs are also called autonomic nerves.

According to my current understanding, these nerves are probably the genetic traces of the process of human evolution from plants to animals.

So I'm basically a hands-off shopkeeper. Unless I encounter very dangerous things, I basically don't interfere with these matters of absorbing nutrients, collecting energy, and making food.

Of course, the more important reason is that I can't intervene even if I want to. In this way, I have a lot of free time.

At this time, I will observe the sky to see if there are any planes flying over, but maybe this place is not on the flight path. I have watched it for many days, but there is still no sign of human existence.

Occasionally, I would also guess whether I am on the earth or in another world, or simply in outer space. After all, everything I have experienced so far is too amazing.

For the past, even if I don’t have too clear memories, I can still vaguely recall the high-rise buildings in those cities, the bustling streets, and the busy traffic on the roads.

I could hear someone calling me in a low voice.

But apart from being a little dazed, I was not sad, as if those human feelings were gradually blunted.

All was well, and over time my stems began to sprout and some small side shoots appeared.

It looks like this, compared to the bean sprouts like sprouts, it can barely be called a small sapling now.

The majestic tiger has also become a frequent visitor here. Occasionally, it will come out of the nearby woods wagging its tail, run to the pond to drink water, and will not leave after drinking, but lie on the grass Going to bed, he began to doze off, until after a long sleep, he stretched himself, stood up slowly, and left here.

The mother fox took the litter away the next day.

The fox is a very vigilant animal. If a natural enemy finds the little fox in the den, it will secretly transfer the little fox to a new den that night to prevent accidents. This kind of caution is most of the time Necessary, at least try to ensure the survival rate of the cubs as much as possible.

The little fox with white fluff on the tips of its two ears, and its black grape-like eyeballs turned around, staring at the gray bird for a long time, before it was finally caught by the impatient female fox. dragged away.

In this way, we have one less neighbor, no, it should be said to be a litter.

However, the cave was not empty for a long time. After a few days, the nest abandoned by the female fox was occupied by a litter of hares.

By this time, it was already late spring.

Just when I thought I could finish this spring smoothly, an accident happened.