If I am the last tree

The texture of the years carved, the wheel of time, the signs of life are so strong. I know that despite grief, I still have to be strong.

Years passed, this is a sad melody, with the rise and fall of the story, crouching behind every night, through the black light, I seem to see the lingering nightmare: the west wind rises, the glory passes, the night 涟Wave, cold smoke and cold green. He human, cut down my loved ones, family members come to dreams, I woke up again and again with tears, screaming, crying, but no effect at all.

The heart is turned into a phonological sound in the autumn wind, played by the sun rising.

Despite the sorrow, I know to be strong.

It’s not too late to make up for it! He planted again and again, in the autumn wind, my leaves floated on the ground, turned into nutrition and went deep into the soil. Success and failure have made me more eager, and I clearly remind myself that I can't give up. Every year, I use my life to fight against the wind and the yellow sand. I feel the heat and the scars are engraved with the annual rings.

The spring breeze blew, the earth revived, the white clouds were long, and the east winds flirted. There is an oasis in the lonely desert. The bustling city is magnificent and huge on this Pangu road, and the neon lights are filled with beautiful people.

I sigh again, at the end of the year, I look back at this end. This life has come to an end. I miss my family in my heart, but I am a little scared: When I leave, will humans forget that the old wood is sorrowful? Low and medium!

Although not remembering, grief is still there. I hope this is not a long nightmare.

Sixth grade: xbz010104