i am a tree

Time flies by, and in the blink of an eye, it is already the end of spring.

It was noon at this time, and the white clouds like cotton wool gathered and scattered in the sky, and the afternoon sun passed through the woods, leaving mottled marks on the ground.

When you are stretching the leaves, enjoying the good time at the moment, and thinking that you will not be disturbed in any way, the scene in front of you tells you with facts, what is the vicissitudes of the world, just like white clouds and gray dogs, it is very exciting Unpredictable.

A shiny black cat ran towards the big tree at an extremely fast speed. It looked around as it ran, as if it was looking for something, but it didn't look like it was looking for food or something in its panic. Avoid predators.

It might not have planned to stay here, but when it passed the daffodil clump, it seemed to feel something, its front paws stopped its forward movement, rolled lightly on the grass, and crawled. After getting up, it cautiously approached the clump of daffodils.

The leaves of the narcissus swayed in the wind, across the clear water without waves, causing circles of ripples.

The black cat took a few glances at the daffodil bushes, turned around and ran forward again. When it ran to the big tree, the change in the sky began.

The originally sunny sky was dark and gloomy as if someone had poured a bucket of ink on it. Thunder and lightning were rolling in the clouds, watching, ready to strike a fatal blow at any time.

The loud bang of "Boom" is like a grenade exploding in your ear.

The strong wind was blowing, and the thick trunk of the big tree was shaking non-stop. I was even more crushed by the wind, and the stem almost fell directly on the trunk of the big tree. It was as if the pole was swept away by the strong wind.

The usual spring thunderstorms are about to begin.

The black cat waved its paws towards the sky, baring its sharp teeth.

At this moment, I don't have the heart to care about what the black cat is doing.

In the thick cumulonimbus clouds, lightning and thunder are accompanied, and there is a kind of wrath from heaven, and the illusion that the end is approaching.And this brewing lightning needs a channel to release, such as those high-rise buildings in human society, a person in an open place, or a particularly tall tree in the woods, these are some potential targets.

The black cat hid under the rock next to the big tree, clawing desperately with its paws at the entrance of the cave where the hares had piled up mud and grass, desperately trying to get into the hole.

In this thunderstorm, the branches and leaves of the big tree rustled, and its leaves turned and touched my branches and leaves, as if to comfort me.

In the face of the power of nature, everything in the world has a heart of awe, and from this awe, there is a trace of reluctance.

At this time, the first thunderbolt was about to strike.

The extremely dazzling snake-shaped lightning flashed and disappeared in the sky, and after a bang, the rumbling thunder was heard.

The black cat cocked its tail, its ears were pricked up, and the fur on its back stood upside down. It ran down the mountain to the moss-covered stone, lying there trembling as if it was terrified.

Light smoke rose from several places in the woods, which was the scene after being struck by lightning. The broken branches and leaves were accompanied by rumbling thunder, and even caught fire.

The first few thunderbolts seemed to have not found the right direction, and they frequently fell not far from the big tree. Finally, they finally set their target on the big tree.

The consequences were dire.

Those snake-shaped lightnings fell from the sky and fell straight on the big tree. The whole body of the big tree trembled, and the branches broke suddenly. The first thing to break was the trunk where I was. It was broken slowly, and finally there was a bit of bark left, and the branches were already on the ground.

As early as when the first wave of thunder and lightning came down, I was so shocked that my consciousness almost collapsed.

So I spent this horrible afternoon with almost no memory. When I woke up, the thunderstorm had already passed.

The ground was a mess.

The branches and leaves of the big tree fell to the ground.

The branch I took root also slanted on the ground.

The most shocking thing is the main pole of the big tree, which is split from the middle of the crown. On the broken trunk, there is a big crack from the trunk five or six meters above the ground to the root. out,.

A big tree is equivalent to being divided into two.

The nest that the gray bird worked so hard to build was also knocked to the ground, and was blown by the wind and rolled to the root of a nearby tree.

The gray bird that had flown away in the thunderstorm came back again, and it stood in a daze at the fork of the tree trunk where it built its nest, jumping around.

This is my first experience of the power of nature.

Huge and irresistible force.

It caused great damage to the tree.

But I can still feel that the roots rooted in the trunk of the big tree are still absorbing water and nutrients.

This is the nutrient that comes from the piece of bark that connects the broken trunk to the main pole of the big tree.

The big tree didn't know how long it had survived before it grew into its current luxuriant appearance.

But overnight, all this was destroyed by the ruthless nature.

I looked at the annual rings on its white tree core, and roughly counted it. It is estimated that it is at least more than 300 years old.

In the state of natural competition, many large trees can grow and even survive for hundreds of thousands of years. We often don't pay attention to these, but the chances for a tree to stand out from its seeds and competitors around it are often It is thousands of times, tens of thousands of times less than the survival rate of mosquito larvae and mayflies in the pond.

They are all lucky enough to survive through the strict selection of the heavens, and become the carriers of the soul of the earth.

The big tree is not without a ray of life, and the roots rooted deep in the earth have not been uprooted by the strong wind.

The sky is pouring rainwater on the ground like a leaking pot. Bean-sized raindrops are crackling on the leaves, in the grass, and on the bare land, layers of water mist are splashed.

The big tree that has been hit hard is a little sluggish. Fortunately, the tree mainly relies on the bark to transport nutrients. The nutrients and water absorbed by the roots are transported to the leaves through the bark. The nutrients produced by the leaves through photosynthesis also follow this channel. It can be transported to the roots and other organs.

We can see that many thousand-year-old trees have already been hollow, but they are still full of vitality, while those trees whose bark is only tied with a wire as a clothesline may be dying.

As the saying goes, "People are afraid of being sad, and trees are afraid of peeling their bark".

A few days after being struck by lightning, the leaves of the big tree dropped a lot, and there was a thick layer of fallen leaves under the tree.

The remaining leaves also seem to be short of food, and they look a little short of air, and the edges of the leaves are slightly curled up.

Even so, the big tree did not give up the branch I took root.

The bark that is disconnected from the trunk of the big tree has not been completely cracked, and nutrients and water are continuously transported from there, so that the leaves on this branch, compared to other parts of the big tree, become The most energetic part of the whole tree.

This lightning strike also changed one thing, that is, my roots may take root in the ground soon.

Half of the broken branch fell to the ground, and the root growing outside the hole could almost touch the lush weeds under the branch.

I don't know how many days passed, the big tree finally slowly returned to life.

But it came at a great price.

It gave up half of the tree trunk.

From a distance, there are two extremes on a tree.

Half alive, half dead.

Half withered, half verdant.

The black cat that appeared out of nowhere didn't go far, but ran to the neighborhood from time to time to have a look around.

Its main concern is the big tree.

As long as you come here, you must lie down next to the big tree for a while, as if there is something special about the big tree that attracts it.

This cat may not look big, but it is quite fierce. That day, a tiger happened to be running around here, and two wild beasts ran into each other head-on. He didn't dodge when he fled, just swiped and pulled his paws to show his coercion.

The tiger had probably never encountered a small beast that dared to be so arrogant in front of him, and was a little stunned immediately, then came back to his senses, raised his head to the sky and let out a loud roar, which made the whole forest tremble.

The black cat nimbly jumped back, climbed up to the trunk of the tree next to it, and looked at the furious tiger below.

Tigers can climb trees, but unless they are in a hurry, they usually don't do this kind of thing, not to mention the tree in front of them is not big.

So I could only walk around under the tree helplessly, and finally walked away resentfully to see the clump of daffodils.

The gray bird built a nest on the big tree again, hidden among the layers of leaves, looming.

Occasionally, the nest of hares under the stone would quietly push away the lush weeds at the entrance of the cave, poke out its head quietly, and when there was no movement around, it jumped on its hind legs and ran into the woods to look for food.

This litter of rabbits is very timid. If there is any disturbance, it will shrink into the nest and will not come out for a long time.

My roots are growing towards the ground with all my strength, as if something there is calling me strongly.

This may be the instinct of plants, the roots are nostalgic for the earth, while the branches and leaves are longing for the sky.

And the reason why I am so eager is, of course, that I want to survive independently. I don't want to completely rely on the big tree for my life. This is a huge burden for me and it.

Time flows silently, like a stream in the mountains, flowing by.

The broken branches and leaves under the big tree have already decayed and become part of the earth, and the nutrients in it are absorbed by the big tree, making its branches and leaves more lush.

After entering the summer, the weather suddenly became hot.

The sounds of frogs and insects were endless, and a few lotus leaves grew in the pond, and two small flower buds emerged.

The daffodil bush next to it is naturally not as beautiful as in spring. The white daffodils have almost faded, but the strange thing is that there are always one or two flowers in this cluster of daffodils.

There is a white flower on a slender stem, with lush long leaves underneath, which is also unique.

This day happened to be at noon when the sun was at its highest.

The scorching sun made the whole forest sickly, and even the leaves lost their tenderness and were scorched by the sun.

Just this summer afternoon, I witnessed the birth of a miracle.

The sunlight hits the green leaves of the big tree, and you can see the thin veins on the leaves. Although the big tree is divided into two, the tall momentum has not been diminished at all. On the contrary, it is precisely because of this incompleteness that it shows A unique sense of sharpness.

That day, I saw the branches and leaves of the big tree rustling non-stop, and even the trunk was shaking slightly, but there was no wind at this time.

I was dizzy from the sun and turned to me, and when I woke up, I saw this strange shape of the big tree.

I saw a vague shadow coming out of the big tree.

Sunlight penetrated it.

It's almost transparent, but I can tell it looks like a human being.

Indistinctly, I saw that it had black hair, but a terrible face.

Half of the skin is dry, and the other half is extremely delicate.

It came to me, squatted down, and stroked my leaves with transparent hands.