i am a tree

In the hot summer, the trees are full of shade.

The scorching sun radiated a fiery light, and the surrounding vegetation was more or less tired.

And I happened to be under the shade of a big tree, and the leaves were still green and compelling.

The transparent figure walking out of the big tree is like an ignorant child.

It comes to me at fixed moments every day.

In the early morning, it will collect the dew from the leaves and grass, and sprinkle it on my branches and leaves a little bit.

Its face is blurred, and its facial features seem to be hidden behind a layer of veil, but I can still see that half of the body of the man transformed from the tree is dry.

It holds the dew in its left hand, the yellow and dry skin is wrapped around the phalanx, and it is barely enough to hold a few drops of dew, but it still collects the dew little by little, and waters it where I am rooted. .

At night.

Dots of stars are twinkling in the night sky, surrounded by lush vegetation, insects and frogs, and big trees standing under the moonlight, looking up at the sky blankly, and then a little light slowly appears from the sky, I don’t know Whether it is moonlight or starlight, it gathers at its fingertips.

It floated to me, and lightly placed the light on my fingertips on my branches and leaves.

This light enveloped me and penetrated into every cell of me, just like drinking a large glass of ice water on a hot day, soaked in this comfortable feeling from head to toe.

My memory is hazy, but I know how incredible it was.

The legends of mountain spirits and wild monsters are all true, or maybe, I am no longer in that familiar world.

The big tree can't speak. Although it has become a person, it seems that it is still a tree except that it can move.

It is obsessed with the actions that take care of me, and at other times, it does not appear in the appearance of a human being.

From my observation, the big tree that has transformed into a human form is still a tree in essence, and it seems that it cannot be far away from its original shape, and is firmly bound in place.

There are many years in the mountains, and the big trees are like this forest, living silently.

For a big tree, there is not much difference whether it looks like a tree or a person.

I grew up very fast, and now I am half a person tall. There are several branches growing on the slender trunk, and there are sparse leaves on it.

The black cat came several times in a hurry, but never saw the big tree change into a human form.

This morning, it came running again.

The vague shadow of the big tree came out from the tree and began to collect dew.

The black cat yelled as if it saw some monster, its limbs were stiff on the ground, and its back hair stood on end. It saw the big tree carefully sprinkle the dew on my branches and leaves, without even looking at itself.

Probably feeling a little reconciled, the black cat nimbly jumped onto the nearby rock.

It waved its paw and swiped towards me. It may not have any malicious intentions, but just wanted to attract the attention of the big tree.

The big tree suddenly turned around and finally noticed its existence.

It retracted its raised paws, barked a few times triumphantly, and then licked the soles of its own feet.

I think this black cat is probably like a big tree, but it is an animal after all, and its mood changes are much more obvious than that of a big tree.

Since the black cat discovered that the big tree can transform into a human being, it has come here to report every day.

If you can't see the big tree, just go around the big tree and keep calling.

Later, it finally found a way to get the tree's attention.

That's what keeps harassing me.

Playing with my leaves and clawing at my trunk.

I couldn't bear it, the leaves shook slightly and made rustling protests.

At this time, the big tree would come out of the tree, float to sit next to me, and stroke my leaves with almost transparent hands.

I don't know why, but as long as it does this, I will calm down and spread out the leaves.

The black cat achieved its goal, so it lay obediently beside it, staring at the big tree.

One day, it ran over excitedly with a round fruit in its mouth.

The big tree was sitting there quietly, staring at the unknown place in a daze.

The fruit rolled to the foot of the big tree. It turned its head, looked at the black cat, and then at the fruit at its feet, feeling a little confused.

The black cat fiddled with the fruit with its paws, pushing the fruit back and forth beside the big tree.

In fact, there has always been a communication barrier between the big tree and the black cat because of the huge gap between species.

It's been too long, even a plant with excellent patience will be a little disturbed, and the big tree finally stretches out its hand.

That fruit was collected in the palm of his hand.

The red fruit, which looks like a lychee, exudes a strange aroma.

The big tree used a little strength, and the fruit peel was broken by it, and the juice overflowed and dripped from between its transparent five fingers.

Like collected dew, the big tree poured its branches on my leaves.

The sap flowed into the small hole along my stem, part of it was absorbed by my roots, and part of it entered the trunk of the big tree.

After the fruit was delivered, the black cat never came again, as if it appeared suddenly, and it disappeared without a sound.

The black cat may be showing favor, or repaying a favor, but in any case, the quiet days are finally back.

But the big tree is used to changing into a human form.

So, on this grassland, for many years, you can see a white translucent figure sitting beside a small tree, silent but very warm.

The big tree also learned to sleep.

It would lie beside me, eyes closed, breathing long and distant, like the leaves of a big tree swaying gently in the breeze.

When it was sleeping, the hare that lived under the stone would poke its head out quietly, and hopped and gnawed on the grass next to the big tree.

It is very timid, but when it is around the big tree, it can always be bold, and even dare to lean over, smell it, sniff it, and then shrink back immediately when the big tree moves slightly.

This kind of leisurely life seems to last for a long time.

Just like the annual rings of a big tree.

A circle represents a year, layer upon layer, and time passes in these circles.

At night, the woods are quiet.

The owl utters a long, short syllable "oo-o-o-o-o," the most primal lullaby of the woods.

Under the not-so-bright moonlight, the branches swaying with the wind are faintly shadowed. Most of the animals are asleep, and only those night creatures are still active.

The big tree came out of the tree gently and stood under the moonlight.

A milky mist floats in the woods.

Because this is a swamp forest, the air is very humid, and some mist will always form. At the height close to the ground, the oxygen content in the air is relatively low, which virtually limits the growth of many plants.

The moonlight shone on the big tree, and the big tree stretched out its hand, and the light that penetrated its body condensed into a milky white entity, entangled to its fingertips little by little, and after a while, the big tree would come over and collect The light that arrives is placed on my branches and leaves.

As long as there is a moonlight night, it will be like this.

Although the moonlight was not very good tonight, the big tree came out as before.

It raised its head and looked at the sky blankly.

I don't know if the big tree has intelligence or if it can think. Its every move seems to be controlled by a program, and it is proceeding step by step, and it seems that there is no emotion at all.

However, whether such a big tree is good or bad, I don't know.

Because I am not only a tree, but I used to be a person. Many times, I will save the tree with a person, and it is inevitable that I will make many mistakes.

For trees, growing naturally and living naturally is an excellent way of survival.

With joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, there is love, hatred, fear, and sorrow. For no reason, there are a lot more troubles and a lot less purity.

When the moon was in the middle of the sky, the big tree had finished its work for tonight, and it sat beside me, watching me shrouded in that light, and slowly absorbing it.

It caresses my leaves with its hands and looks at my roots. My roots growing outside the hole have touched the ground and are taking root in the ground at a very fast growth rate. Soon, I will It can completely rely on itself to absorb water and nutrients and make food.

At this moment, there was a gust of wind and thunder in the night sky.

I shook the leaves unconsciously, thinking of the tragedy of the thunderstorm last time, I felt a little frightened.

The big tree stood up and stood in front of me.

Not far away, two black shadows pierced the sky, leaving some colorful rays of light, like colorful shooting stars, flashing and disappearing.

As the shadow went away, the sound of wind and thunder also disappeared.

Seeing this abnormality, I think I should get used to the madness of this world sooner.

Just as the big tree was walking towards the tree, a black shadow fell from the sky and smashed hard on the grass beside me, causing a small hole in the ground.

I saw that the black figure looked like a human being, but he looked a little strange. Under the hazy moonlight, I saw that the crown of hair on this man's head looked like a tree root, which looked weird.

He lay prone in the pothole and remained silent for a long time.

The big tree came over, squatted down, looked at my branches and leaves, and then at the pothole, probably feeling a little troubled, after a while, the big tree finally reacted.

He stretched out his normal right hand, a milky white translucent hand, which gradually became the shape of a branch. He poked it into the hole that was smashed out, fished that person out, and placed him on the side farthest from me. side.

Then Dashu sat next to me, looking like he was going to guard the unknown intruder.

I don't know how long it took, the comatose person finally woke up, the root-shaped crown was worn on his head crookedly, he touched his head, touched his face, and then Looking at his body again, after finishing all this, he finally stood up. The man was wearing a very elegant long robe. He patted the dirt on the clothes and looked around. When he saw the big tree At that moment, his eyes lit up, and when he saw me next to the big tree, his mouth was full of clicks, "I didn't expect such a place with poor mountains and rivers to have such a spiritual thing. It's really rare, rare."

This funny-looking man has a straight face, but there are some playful freckles on his fair face, which makes the supposedly mature and handsome man's face a bit childish, but it's not very abrupt , but impressive.

He touched his chin, "You saved me from that pit, right?" He asked Dashu.

Dashu just looked at me, as if he didn't hear him chattering in his ear.

"Don't be so indifferent, we are the same kind after all." He pointed to his tree-root-shaped hair crown and said winkingly.

The big tree was still unmoved, and its transparent hands gently touched my branches and leaves.

"It doesn't look right," the man whispered, reaching out to touch my leaf as well.

Dashu just glanced at him, but he finally reacted a bit, the man said excitedly, "Since you saved me and we are the same kind, it is fate, like you guys It is not easy for spiritual things to survive, not to mention natural disasters and man-made disasters, even if they are discovered by those people, they are still alive, so I will do good deeds and accompany you all."

After the man finished speaking, he stretched himself, muttered, he was so tired, and then I saw him walk to the pothole he made by himself, and jumped into it. After a while, I saw the sun under the sun. A tree is growing rapidly from the ground. In a short period of time, it sprouts and grows slowly.

With luxuriant branches and leaves standing upright in the sky, it is only the time for a cup of tea.

This is a nanmu tree.

This nanmu tree is taller and more lush than the big tree, and its body is as thick as two people hugging each other.

However, I still prefer big trees.

The nanmu shook its leaves and rustled, as if the man was smiling triumphantly.

What I am worried about is that this overly tall nanmu not only robs the underground of nutrients, but also robs me and the big tree of sunlight.

Its leaves covered the living half of the tree.

The big tree was silent about its wanton behavior.

The nutrients in the soil began to decrease, all of which were absorbed by the well-developed root system of this nanmu tree.

Only one tree can grow in a territory. Now that two trees are so close together, it seems that one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers. It is a situation where life and death must be decided.

I thought, how could this nanmu tree, which can take human form and has a cheerful personality, make such an obvious mistake?

If it weren't for his body to take root in front of me, I would have thought that everything I encountered that night was just a dream.

The big tree will still come out of the tree, but the time to come out is slowly shortening.

Even my spirits are getting worse because I can't absorb the energy of the sun to make food.

The leaves of that nanmu tree are too dense, blocking the sun tightly, so it won't do much in a short time, after all, it's summer, but as time goes on, sooner or later, the big tree and I will wither.

After two days, the nanmu tree did not show up.

On this day, the moonlight was very good, and the moonlight hung high in the night sky like a silver disk, and the woods were smudged by the moonlight.

Probably my increasingly sluggish spirit also affected the big tree. When it walked out of the tree, it moved a little fast. Standing under the moonlight, the bright moonlight gathered on the big tree at a faster speed than usual, and then slowly to its fingertips.

However, this time, it didn't put this light on my branches and leaves, but on the nanmu tree.