Familiar places also have scenery

When I was young, I used to play in my yard. I can say that the yard is one of the places I am most familiar with.

I am familiar with it, but I don't like it so much. Because the yard is too messy: the bucket is everywhere, the clothes are hanging there, and there are some pots, pots, bowls, mops, etc., all piled up in the yard. I always think that there is no scenery here.

Today, I moved the table out of the yard and used my natural light to do my homework. Time went tired, I was tired too, so I began to rest on the chair, and the head naturally tilted 30 degrees.

There are three potted plants on the balcony on the second floor.

A sea otter, the sea otter is brownish green, the sullen and sullen, the branches and leaves are loose, and I want to fall down. I have sweated it.

A rich bamboo, but it is no longer rich. It is desolate, its branches are folded at the waist, like a hunchback.

A pot... I don't know what it is, I saw that its branches and vines have completely fallen down the stairs, it seems that there is a treasure on the first floor, it stretches its fallen hand...

why? These three plants are all "with a tile cover", and they are not affected by the wind and rain. Why did they grow into this appearance?

So I lament that there is really no scenery in this familiar place.

But when I turned to the right, I saw a tree. It is a yellow-skin tree with numerous leaves and greenish crystals. Look closely, there is no dead leaf. However, when I traced to its roots, "my heart seems to have a flaw": it was born in the pile of debris, and its two branches bear the clothes pole with clothes. . Under heavy load, its branches are still strong and powerful. It seems that there is a constant upward vitality, and it is constantly "striking for high" and has no bow. In the green, it bears a full yellow skin, brownish yellow skin dotted with green leaves, like a black child dotted with red watermelon meat is tempting. This tree, posing in the breeze, looks just like a soft, beautiful.

I don't know that there is scenery here, and I started to indulge in it.

But I started thinking again: Why is there such a big difference? I turned around and looked at the plants on both sides.

The three plants that grew on the second floor, with their own high starting point, constantly indulged themselves and gave up halfway through, and never even tried to go up. Although they had branches and leaves, they had no toughness and vitality.

And this yellow-skin tree, although growing in the sun, often experienced the wind and rain, always carrying a heavy clothes pole, but it persisted, it is tenacious, overcoming all bad congenital conditions, it It grows taller, greener and more mature than the plants on the second floor!

Originally there was a landscape in the yard. This is how familiar I am, but I only discovered it today.

Looking around, I buried my head and did my homework, but my heart was always facing the yellow-skin tree.

The third day of the 97th: Deng Jiangyi