城固一中 高三（21）班 叶忠昌
A small tree finally opened its eyes, with the first sight of the world .But the land was bare, with little green. Everything was much different from what it dreamed in the earth,
An old man . walked into his sight and sat in front of the tree ,gazing at it .
“who are you ?” asked the tree, happily. But there same no answers.
After a short silence , the old man stared at the grey sky.
“what are you doing?” asked the tree, again.
“I’m memorizing,” the man said with a trembling voice.”
“when I first arrived here ……”he had a sudden congh for pause . “when I first arrived, here are many trees which as enthusiastic as you, but taller than you.”
“ Really ! Where are they now?” The tree asked happily, as happy as a kid finding a candy.
But the old man only glanced around quietly with eyes full of sadness and quilt. Then continued his words.
“Then I settle down. It was the most wonderful time that I had ever enjoyed at beginning. I can appreciated the flowers in springs, slept in the shade in summers, picaked up the good fruits in falls and made fires for warmth with wood in winters,” With the words, happiness and kindness oaurred in the man’s face.
“But thirteen years later, I found gasoline under ground.” Suddenly, he closed his eyes, buried his head in his hand.
“what’s that ?” the small tree asked frightenedly.
“maybe a good thing.” the man finally became calm, “In order to ship the gasoline away, I cut down many trees to build big boats. At last, few trees left. Looking at the trees stamps, I felt guilty. But I was swallowed by money and forgot the happy days and despair of the trees. The gas was mined massively and as a result, the ground began to fall down. I had to answer for what I had done. One day just before I left a big lightning struck my gas, everything then burned. Therefore, the trees, the gas. The boats including my heart were gone.”
The small tree kept silent.
“Now, I want to do something to improve, but nothing can be down. I found the seed of you from the sea several years ago. So please help return the green !” cried the man.
“so you are sure that you won’t cut down the trees any more?” the old man nodded .
“the gasoline?” nodded again.
“and you green to plant my seeds everywhere and stay here forever?”
“Yes, I do!”
The small tree looked at the man, then turn its face to the sinking sun, which is like a rising sun. In the island, the shadow of the two combined together.
A light wind came, the green leaves made a gentle sound.