Love the trees, everyone is responsible

Love the trees, everyone is responsible

——Reading the book "I am a tree" in "The Book of Mountains and Rivers"

The rain outside the window was sloppy. At this time, reading a book was a pleasant thing. I looked for it, and a book called "The Book of Mountains and Rivers" seemed to be the baby I was looking for. Wow, the black cover looks both mysterious and grand. "The Book of Mountains and Rivers", listening to this name, how powerful, I can't wait to open the book, and I was attracted by the contents inside.

The author of the book, Yu Qiuyu, does not chase the high officials and is very admired. It is really admirable to take the risk of being alone in examining the important sites and civilized places in China. His book also exudes a great atmosphere, and people can't help but make a slap in the face. This book mainly talks about the thoughts of Yu Qiuyu after visiting various places, and published praise and criticism of ancient and modern things.

The book is divided into several chapters, each of which is subdivided into sections. One of the most attractive to me is the chapter "I am a tree." It mainly talks about the Miao people as the descendants of Chiyou worshipping the maple trees, loving the trees, and uniting people and trees. When the person here was born, the parents planted a tree for him. After the death, the villagers cut down the tree, buried it with the bark wrapped in the body, and planted a tree on it. Therefore, here, people are trees, trees are people, people and trees are one, how can people not love trees?

"There is also a tree, and a tree is dead." The tree in the forest is the witness of the Miaozhai people; the tree in the forest is the Miaozhai himself. This simple thought and practice left a pure land, brewed a shade of green, spit out fresh air, and purified the hearts of generations.

If we all have such thoughts in our minds, how beautiful the world is, how tall the trees should be, sandstorms, earth and stones, tornadoes may disappear.

I remember when I was young, the beautiful pink bean flower was everywhere in the community. It was shaped like a trumpet. It was open at night, like a playful and lovely trumpeter playing the wonderful music. My sister and I often took off its flowers, gently folded it at the receptacle, and then pulled it gently. A slender filament followed the receptacle, and then hung it on the ears on both sides. It was a pair of slender The earrings are so beautiful. Sometimes I accidentally broke the filament, or it took a long time. When the flower was smashed, I threw it aside and ignored it. At that time, I had thought of the pain of flowers; when she heard the long body that broke her, she was crying sadly; when she saw it thrown aside, its lonely tears.

If it is our kind, if it is the person around us, if he is myself. I really want to ask myself, am I still going to go?

Beautiful, lovely, amiable life, just like this, because of my selfishness, because my own selfish desire is over. From then on, I could never see its graceful figure, and could never smell its pleasant fragrance, and could no longer listen to its beautiful songs falling asleep.

Lovely powdered bean flower, I sincerely regret this, I hope your sisters will no longer suffer from human bullying and trampling.

"Ten years of trees, a hundred years of tree people." It is not easy to see how a tree grows from a small sapling to a towering tree. How hard it is for a flower to undergo sowing, germination, flowering, and fruiting. Please take care of the flowers and trees, take the tree as a person, and make a tree of people. When did I become a "Zhou Shuren"?

The Book of Mountains and Rivers

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