In the other village, there is a tall and medium sized apple tree, all year round green leafy trees, wrong fruit. The tree grows at the very beginning of the village, for many years it has become a place for the sunshine of the villagers. Children also pull together here to play hide and seek.
There are bright moonlit nights, in the midst of the moonlight, the children chasing each other around the tree, crunching laughter in the deep air. The old apples smiled at them. Leaves of joy swing as if singing softly.
A boy in the village very close to the apple tree, every day running to the base of the tree to play alone. In the apple flower season, he picked up the tiny white flowers, then lay a heart shape, a glass and his sun. Playing bored he climbed up the tree tops near the ground, sitting squeezed on it. He imagined that he was preparing to fly straight to the moon with Hang and Cuoi.
When tired, he sleeps on the tree. His favorite is the hot sultry weather is sitting under the cool tree.The tree smiled happily at the boy, hugging him in the center of his canopy. The boy climbed up the tree, picked the fruit berry, red nursing, just eating laughing eyes.
The four fallen autumn spring to fall, everyone in the village is familiar with the boy around the apple tree around the clock. He loved apple tree, there are times when he called to eat rice, call 3 or 4 times to pull him home.
Mom looked at him and laughed: " Dear each other? Evening to sleep on the tree with the bat ".
Apple is also very fond of playing with him.
Later grew up, he began to busy with his work and dating friends, no longer have the habit of playing with the apple tree every day. Occasionally see the shadow he passed by, the apple tree happy, the tree as if to reach out, in the boy's heart.
One day, he came back to the tree, the sad tree, said to play with him. He said: " No, I'm not small anymore, can not play with you anymore. I want to play a car with a remote control boat, but I have no money to buy . "
" Sorry, I do not have money for you either. But look, the apples on my body look beautiful, delicious again. You take all the fruit on my tree to sell, will not you have money or not? "
The boy was very grateful, picked up all the apples on the tree, his expression cheerfully, he jumped to the feet.
Then, very soon after, the boy did not return. The apple stands alone in the quiet space, reminiscent of his lovely face and sighs. The tree was silent, unable to budge a leaf, so painful to look at the winding road leading to the boy's house.
One day, the boy finally came. But no longer the old boy with the face gourd again. Now he was a tall young man. But in the apple tree, he was still a boy. The tree was overjoyed, the canopy stroked down his face, the invitation to play with him boy.
He said: " No, I do not have time to play with you. I am busy. I'm getting married. But my house is rotten, we need a new home, and then we pick up the children again. Can you help me? "
" I have no home, " the tree said. " But, you can cut all my branches down to close a house. You will not have to worry about your wife or kids anymore . "
Then the young man cut all the branches down, cheerfully carrying on the house. Seeing the cheerful young man, the apple tree was exhilarated. Although the apple tree sometimes bubbles out of the cloudy, yellow color turns yellow. It may take a very long time for these stains to dry up, the new apple tree is not distracted by the pain of gnawing.
But the young man did not see the tree again. Now the tree is no longer as leafy leaves as before.The new apples are also stunted, no longer succulent and sweet. The people in the village also do not stop talking under the apple tree branch leaves fiber.
The apple trees stand alone and shady, day in and day out, month after month, year after year. The apple tree lurks in loneliness and tragedy in hopes of remembering the "boy".
One summer, the young man returned! The tree is so happy to say, " Come and play with me.Where are you going now, I miss you, do you know? "
The young man now turns thirty, some wrinkles for life's sake are on his forehead. He said: " Now my mood is not happy, I am getting older every day . I would like to set sail to the sea, want to find a corner of heaven to be able to relax a little. Can you give me a boat? "
The apple tree looked back at her dying body, nothing but a few large branches. The tree looked at him and said, " Cut my big branches off to make a boat! You will be satisfied . "So you cut the big branches of the tree down to make a wooden boat sure. Before leaving he hugged the tree trunk, his eyes wet. The tree smiled kindly at him, his painful eyes watching until his shadow fell away.
This apple tree is no longer as powerful as before. The trunk alone lonely as if to buckle down. On the tree has added rough shells. The tree knows that he is already old, do not know can continue to wait "boy" back no more. Big drops of sap as a small tear down the trunk and the tree. The apple tree is painful because it has to leave a part of its body, but it is far from the "boy" much.
The young man happily sailed to the sea to fulfill his ambition. He did not think too much about the apple tree. I do not know how many spring and summer fall asleep together as a four-season novel to cover the page to another. Did not know how long the apple tree did not see his face.
Some days left the wind turned to the sky, the apple tree looks more fibrous, thinner than before.The apple tree is slowly being harvested, and one has to cut down the apple tree, leaving only the rough tree.
After a dozen years, the young man finally came back to visit the apple tree. But now he was a silver-haired old man whose back was not straight.
The tree saw him happy as the drought met rain but suddenly suddenly sad because I was only in the root. The tree said, " Excuse me. I have nothing for you anymore, my fruit is gone. "
The old man said, "My teeth are gone, I can not eat anymore. "
The tree said, " I also do not have big branches to climb up. "
The old man said, " I'm old, can not climb anymore. "
" My body has been ruined by the food, the people in the village are already gone. I have nothing left to give you ... There is only this old root left . " The wrinkled face of the apple tree tensed with tears.
The old man said: " Years passed, now I was also tired. I'm not so eager anymore. I just want a place to rest. "
The tree shouts excitedly:
" Well, then my old roots are best for you to rest, sit down and close your eyes, I will lull you to sleep! "
Old man sat down, great tree joyful tears ... How many memories rush back. Remember the early days, when the old man was just a boy with a heart shape under the tree, until he had his own home, then fly high up the corner of the sea. Now he came back to the apple tree.
With the apple tree, it was so satisfying, the most wonderful happiness. The tree is happy because I have done everything possible, just happy boy is okay. In the end, the apple tree still feels happy when he is holding his hand in his lap, listening to his breath and caressing him.
The apple tree and the boy in the story are a very deep metaphor. Have you ever thought that the apple tree is the image of parents, and the boy is us?
On a small day, we like to play with our parents. After growing up, there are new friends who have lovers, and then have a wife. I left my parents to pursue my own happiness and career. It is only when we meet sad and troublesome things, that we find a peaceful landing after a tired day, we return to them.
But how we treat our parents, our parents are forever there, waiting for our shadow. Parents steep everything just to see the satisfied smile on our faces. You may think that he is cruel to the giant, but ironically that is the way many of us are treating our parents.
Please cherish the time to be with your parents, because: " The old mother like banana nine, know the day falls, know what day to fall! "
Time goes on to bring more wrinkles on the face of parents, taking vitality on the shape of the parents. Early in the morning, looking in the mirror, the hair was silver parts, the skin was spotty.
Then one day time also welcome parents to another world. The tree wants to quiet but the wind does not stop, I want to raise the parents do not wait. The greatest regret of our lives is never to say a word of love to those who are born.
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