A long time ago, there was a tall apple tree. A little boy likes to come here every day and play around the big tree. He climbed to the top of the tree to pick apples, and dozed off in the shade... He loved the tree, and the tree wanted to play with him.
Day by day, the child grew up; he no longer came to play by the tree.
One day, the child came, looking gloomy. "Let's play together," the tree said to the boy.
"I'm not a child anymore, I don't need to play with you anymore," replied the child, "I want toys now, and I want money for toys." "I'm sorry, I don't have money, but you can Pick all the fruits from me and sell them for money, so you have money to buy toys." The boy was so happy that he picked all the fruits from the tree and left happily. Since then, the child has never come again, and the tree is very sad.
One day, the boy came back and the tree was very happy. "Let's play together," said the tree. "I don't have time to play with you, I have to earn money to support my family. We don't have a house to live in, can you help?" "I'm sorry, but I don't have a house. Well, you cut off my branches and cover with them. The house." So the boy chopped off the branches and left happily.
Seeing the boy so happy, the tree was also very relieved. But the boy never came again, and the tree felt sad and alone again. One hot summer day, the boy came, and the tree was happy again. "Let's play together," said the tree.
"I'm getting old, and I'm in a bad mood. I want to go out to play and relax. Can you provide me with a boat?" "Son, cut off my torso and build a boat. With a boat, you can travel. Get better." So the boy built a boat out of tree trunks and set sail for a long time without a word.
After many years, the boy came back. "It's a pity," said the old tree. "I have no fruit for you to eat, and no trunk for you to climb on. I am so old that my teeth are lost, my limbs are dull, I can't eat fruit, and I can't climb trees," the boy said. "I really want to give you something more...but the only thing I can give you now is my withering roots." The old tree said as he wept. "I don't need too much. The ups and downs over the years have taught me that as long as there is a place to rest, I am satisfied," the boy said. "That's great, the root of the old tree is the best place for you to rest. Come on, child, please sit down with me and have a good rest." The boy sat on the root of the tree, and the old tree wept with joy...
This is a story that belongs to all of us. This big tree is our parents. When we were young, we were at the knees of our parents. When we grew up, we left them. We only thought of going to see when we needed it or encountered difficulties. them. But even so, they always go all out and help.
After reading this story, you may think this boy is cruel, then let us think, what can we do for the big tree? How should we treat the tree?
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