That tear condenses the tears of sadness for hundreds of years.

- the monologue of a dying old tree

Time flies too fast, but hundreds of years of hard work, in the blink of an eye I have been slowly aging in the ruthless years, the last trace of life is about to die under the people's machete, please allow me before dying - - This old tree that is about to die, like you said about the situation of my life, this story may be very long, but I hope that you can listen to me with a sincere heart.

A long time ago, it was a long time and I couldn’t count the days. That should be my childhood! The beautiful memories of that childhood often summon me back in my dreams, that is the voice of my companions, the voice is so urgent, so familiar. I want to let my soul go back in desperation and go back to my most free and happy days. At that time, I grew up on the shore of a beautiful lake. There are many my brothers and friends. We took nutrition from the soil, played with the birds, and listened to the wind girl to introduce us to the places he traveled. However, the bluffing bullets slid through the bright red blood of the fallen birds and lived a happy and happy life. After the crazy hunting of human beings, we were terrified, and the fear was anxious. I thought it was over and would not happen again. However, we do not know that this is not over, but it will intensify. It is the result we do not want to see.

The next day, the sun was still bright, but our happy life came to an abrupt end and stayed there forever. We were transported to the car one after another, and the pain of the chopper falling on my body could not be forgotten in my life. After the bumps of the car all the way, we came to a completely strange city, strange people, strange taste, a strong sense of uneasiness filled my whole body. Fortunately, the situation is not as bad as I thought. I was transplanted to a hillside. People said that the government has introduced new measures to return farmland to forests. This is to green and beautify our homeland. I am very hard to give people a fresh and fresh day, I don't want anything, just as I see the happiness of someone breathing the air I made, I am very satisfied. However, one sudden thing made me completely realize that life is not as good as I thought. On that day, several people came to this "immigrant land". I thought they were coming to enjoy the cold, but I saw that they took out the guy and slashed at us. When I was wounded again, several garden administrators were in time. Arrived so that they did not hurt me. But I am terrified, and it is difficult to sleep. I think that my life will be spent in the fear! I want to cry, crying quickly, but crying, no one can see, no one can hear, no one can understand the pain in my heart.

Humans, why are you doing this to me? Am I not giving enough for you? I have dedicated my life to let you, you? What do you take to repay me, is it hurt again and again? There is no old saying in China that "people want to know the grace of the newspaper". Where did you throw the words of your ancestors?

How many years will it take for someone to truly understand us and love us? I have been waiting for this day, who can, but my last wish, who can? Resent the heavens, pity me, let humans wake up earlier!

Second day: Jin Yuze