I am a phoenix tree

I look flat, a pavilion like a sapphire, and the branches are covered with sparse green leaves. This is me - Wutong.

Because of the ordinary appearance, Dali Chrysanthemum dismissed me and even sneered at me: "Indus, you are so ordinary. If you put you in the woods, no one will squint at you." Then, a burst of laughter. I am silent. Yes, they are right, I am not qualified to refute. Hey, Dali chrysanthemum Tingting's figure, that gorgeous color, that proud attitude... plus the master's careful care, more delicate and dripping. Compared with them, I am somewhat eclipsed, passers-by will not pay attention to me, the master will not love me. Thirsty, drink the dew on the leaves, hungry, and eat the dirt on the ground. I am a full-fledged wild child. But I don't care about this. I only sprout new sprouts and spit green leaves. This is my mission.

It’s a bit strange to talk about my place. I grew up in the yard of my host family from an early age, and I just grew up in front of the house, unbiased. Qingyin covers two pastures, and I can say that I am the dividing line between the two. It rained at night, and the rain slammed on the leaves of my leaves, and the poetry shared it.

I am busy for a spring, pumping new branches and spitting green leaves. Dali chrysanthemum, every day, leisurely, only look at the head.

In the summer, the sun is like a fire, the frogs are screaming, knowing that the brothers are on my trunk, holding an unknown little song. At this time, my leaf child has grown almost the same. Under the kiss of the sun, the whole body is transparent, as if it is coated with a layer of gold. The host can't stand the sultry heat in the house, and they are enjoying the coolness under the green shade I cast. The old people lay lazily on the easy chair, and the fan fan gently fanned. The naughty children circled around me, they licked my skin and raised me with a chuckle. Dali Chrysanthemum was left out of the crowd and squinted at me.

In the summer night, there was no heat at noon, and there was a breath of water in the air. I knew that I was still not happy, and I was still watching the music of the night. When the moon is empty, the earth is immersed in the infinite peace. At this time, a white figure swayed in the air. Oh, it’s her! My good friend - dandelion! She came again to tell me the story of the sound. From her mouth, I knew the sacred land from the other side of the ocean, and learned about the clear water, the mountains... she is so knowledgeable! For a moment I even wanted to leave, let all my leaves make a trip for me. I can think about it - no, I have to follow my mission. My mission is to sprout, so that the main people can feel the coolness I sent in the summer, this is enough.

In the autumn, the orange and the old cypress have been smashed, and Ye Er has gone almost, and it is lamented in that. Dali Chrysanthemum fell to the west, struggling to open a light purple red flower. The vines of the younger sisters, as well as the many residual flowers, are smaller and more pitiful than before. In the cold wind and cold dew, a few cauliflower butterflies fly, stop on the petals, love and affection, it is going to be stiff, it has to be stuck in the cold fragrance of flowers! Only me, still green and calm, protected my green leaves, standing proudly in the tragic sun.

I know that spring is coming next year.

I still have to protect this piece of pure land next year. Until forever.

Sixth grade of Xinghu National Primary School in Nanning: Jiang Enqi