I am a tree

I am a sycamore tree and a tree growing behind the house.

When the spring blossoms, I am willing to let the children play and play under my branches, even if they are hit by their stones, I have no complaints; when the sun is like fire, I become the cool shade of people enjoying the coolness. Bringing them cool; the sky is snowing, the naughty children are wearing hats, dressed in down jackets, and happily playing snowballs.

However, when the autumn is crisp, the only girl who accompanied me. The girl who planted me personally.

Except for girls, very few people noticed my existence.

But even so, even if I can't move, I can't look at this beautiful world. Even if I don't pay attention, I am happy, because I make everyone happy, I am very happy.

Ten years later, the girl got married. Fifteen years later, the girl had a daughter, and one was her miniature version of the girl... Seventy years later, she was seriously ill. She refused to be hospitalized, and every day her daughter pushed me to see me. A month later, she slept peacefully without warning.

I am shed tears, though, I am a tree, but I have human emotions. It is said that the life of the tree is longer than that of the person. It turns out to be true.

On the tenth day she left, her family moved away. The worker responsible for cutting the trees cut down us and transported them to the crematorium.

I suddenly miss it so much that I miss you when I am writing homework, and I miss the seven years of happiness...

From that summer, you planted me with a small red bucket, and the drops of sweat fell on my roots... By now, our endings will become the same. The story has ended. The flame tongue gradually swallowed me, I hope so, can return to the past.

However, who in the insignificant, impending tree will be heard?

Fifth grade: citron tea