It seems that we have long been tired of looking at life from the river of life, sighing about the shortness of life, those words have long become clichés. We can look at life a little smaller, as small as a lovely little tree.
Little tree, little tree, at first it looked like a tree branch stuck in the soil, later absorbing sunlight, absorbing water, slowly growing taller and taller into a very tall and large tree. Animals make their homes in the tree, everyone lives happily, growing up happily in the tree. They don't have to worry about the sky falling, because there is that very tall and large tree to support them, the big tree also does not worry about not having someone to carry itself.
Because, it was once a very small tree, only knowing to look for mom and dad. At that time, it also didn't have to worry about the sky falling, because mom and dad held up the whole world for it.
The loveliness of the little tree lies in the fact that it can play carefree with other little trees. Everyone touches each other with branches, if it hurts, they cry and look for mom and dad: "Dad, Mom, I'm hurt." At this time, mom and dad will gently kiss the little one's cheek with their rough mouths. Mom and dad, these two big trees, ignited the spark of life in the little tree, a spark that contains vitality and passion, as well as the innocence of childhood.
It's just a pity, the weather is unpredictable, a wildfire started, mom and dad left, the little tree stayed, and all the companions in the story went to another place. "Dad, Mom, I'm cold." At this time, when the little tree calls for mom and dad again, there are no more gentle kisses and hugs. "Dad, Mom," "Dad, Mom" ... Eventually, the tender voice stopped, the whole world became silent, the air filled with oppression, tension, and sadness. At this time, the loveliness of the little tree lies in the fact that its spark of life did not extinguish because of this. It imagines that on the other side of the sea, beyond the mountain, perhaps there is also a little tree calling out "Dad, Mom." Mom and dad have not left, they are always in the little tree's heart, always in the little tree's heart, forever, forever.
When the new little tree calls him "Dad, Mom," he will give that weathered, rough but gentle kiss, leaving warmth on the little tree's cheek. The new little tree does not have to worry about the sky falling, because they hold up the whole world for the little tree, carrying everything, everything.