Deadwood

Under the spring buds, rooted in stone. There is no other thing besides the wall. One day, the spring buds gave birth to a leaf, and the dead wood suddenly asked: "What is this life? Can you be interested?"

Smell, spring buds look high on the wall: "When I was a student, I was stunned by the eyes, only to see this thing high. The wish of this life, just longer than the high wall in front of you, it will be enough!"

The dead wood heard it, and said: "Whether it is young, but the aspirations are high. But here can be everywhere, the wish of the earth, can you really be?"

Smell, spring buds smile: "All know that the dead wood can not be carved. Although the mountains and rocks are everywhere, but I have already established this, you only need to bypass the stone and spread the roots here. At that time, the roots are huge. I am still afraid that this will not be true?"

The dead wood listens, sighs and speaks.

However, after seven days, the dripping water has not fallen. Seeing the sky hanging high, the deadwood opening asked: "What is this life? The wish of the head can still care?"

Hearing words, spring buds sighed and sighed: "When my life is not at a time, this is a drought, the hope of this life is hard to be true. Looking at the heavens, the hope of this life, only longer than this season, it will be enough!"

The dead wood heard and smiled: "There are many young people who have been ignorant of things. Since ancient times, the roots have been deep and sturdy. The thoughts that can be embarrassed are proliferating by spreading roots. Fortunately, in the sun, if there is a strong wind and rain, 汝The root can still exist?".

Spring buds smell, I am afraid. Contemplation should be, in the exhaustion, it is also to plant its roots two inches in this place.

It is night, the wind is rising. Looking forward to the thunder and lightning, the spring buds sighed and sighed: "This day, I have to admonish, fortunately! If not, I am afraid it will be difficult to see."

The spring buds fell, and when the woods were not answered, they saw the rain pouring down. When the eyes are swaying, it is also seen that the mudstones of the mountains flow with the water.

Until the next day, the sky is clear. The smell of the wind is fragrant, and the spring buds are full of energy and energy. However, I look at the dead wood on the wall. I am afraid that it was wet because of the rain last night.

Seeing this, Chunya was born with pity, and he said: "I am able to get a new life, and I am relying on the advice of the singer. I can’t help but rush to the last night, so I’m so nervous. I’m seeing it, my heart is upset, I’m asking, Although it is a dead wood, why is this life born? If you are interested, you might say?"

After hearing the words, the dead wood meditated and then said: "I thought that when I was the same as the cockroach, it was the root of the grass. If it was longer than a hundred years, it would be cut by two or three smiths. And now that I saw the wall, half of it is my body. Create. I would like to ask, I will live and stay in the house, the price can be high?"

Smell this, Chun bud is but Christine, no contempt.

Until the next morning, the dead wood was a cluster of white fungus.

And looking at the top of the white fungus, the dead wood smiled: "I am a dead wood, but I am born to be useful! This life, I am only a new life, it will be enough!"