That mountain, that tree, the back

Slowly climb the steps and the sun passes over the top of the head. The mountain was revealed in front of the eyes. The green and green shades were dense and dense, and they were closely tied to the back.

--Inscription

"Grandpa, I want to catch butterflies, don't plant trees! Let me catch butterflies." I was back in the memory of innocence. That person, my grandfather, him, his words, his back, are so determined. I planted a small tree in my little heart and supported me to thrive.

When I was young, I always followed my grandfather to plant trees. Every time my grandfather is happy, I am really tired and boring. Every time I wake up, I always see my grandfather's busy figure, half bowed, watering every small tree, seeing rotten leaves or curved branches, the eyebrows will always be close, eyes There will always be a bit of distress in the middle, which is too fast to capture. Then carefully trimmed the leaves and leaves, as carefully as taking care of his own children. That back seems to be very hard, but why are all faces full of smiles? I used to play the grandfather's clothes. "Grandpa, it's too tired. Let's come up tomorrow." Grandpa didn't turn around and look at me. He stood looking at the saplings of the mountains, and the afterglow of the sky hit him. Formed a dreamy aperture. It seems that Grandpa’s voice comes from afar and seems to be close at hand. "Oh, look at the saplings of the mountains. Don't look at them. They are small. You just treat them as relatives. They are spiritual and will always give you back."

A few years later, I grew older and farther away from my grandfather, away from the mountain and away from the saplings of the mountain. But I still know from my family that my grandfather will still go up the mountain every day, plant trees, and stare at them. I also know that the small saplings of that year have formed dense forests on the hills of their hometown. Later, I learned that the hometown had a heavy rain in a week. The other villages were destroyed by the earth and stone and the collapse of the mountain. Only our village is intact. Everyone said that it was the saplings planted by Grandpa. Oh, no, it’s a big tree that can take responsibility and protect the village. Grandpa, is this what you said? Big tree, is this to pay?

Grandpa, your faith is still so firm, listen to Dad, you have to go to the nearby village, go up the mountain, plant trees, you have to protect them, and let them protect people. Grandpa, will you still stand on the top of the mountain and stare at the forest full of mountains?

The breezy style blows away Liu Haier, who is in front of me, and blows away my chaotic thoughts. But the back of the heart is getting stronger and stronger.

The third day: cold stranger