Not a single leaf of the peach tree is left, only a black, curved body is left, tough and cold, and I can't imagine that this tree will grow peach leaves and peach blossoms in the coming year. Later, I saw the leaves of the ginkgo tree. The ginkgo tree is really good. The fallen leaves are golden and fall on the ground like a sunset. It is pleasing to the eye and heartwarming. The persimmon tree is the slowest to lose its leaves. It will drop a few pieces today and a few pieces tomorrow. Keeping the solar terms and keeping the time, this reminds me of the self-discipline of trees. Winter is coming, and winter is the day of winter. Trees know it, and people know it.
The crown of the persimmon tree in November is still blue and rich. There are hundreds of persimmons hanging on the tree, some deep yellow, some light red, some light green, and people can't eat it. But there are a few light red persimmons that have been broken, with a few holes poked on them. The big holes are round and the size of soybeans; the small holes are sharp, like the petals of shepherd's purse. My mother told me it was a bird peck. The mother also said that it is a good thing for birds to peck, and the tree does not need to be fertilized. I said hmm. I've always liked the way birds look on trees. The bird is on the tree, and the bird becomes the flower on the tree.
The first bird to come to the persimmon tree is a brave and clever bird. It came, dived, got into the leaves, squatted on the branches, and the branches bobbed up and down. The bird looked around, and chirped three or four times. After a while, the second bird came, and the two birds began to chirping in unison, and then the third bird flew, the fourth bird, the fifth bird, and finally a group of birds flew from afar, and landed on the persimmon tree one after another. superior. This is exactly the same as the blooming of flowers. The flowers bloom slowly, one by one, and the birds come slowly, one by one. More than people pay attention to discipline, pay attention to order.
But more birds are on other trees. The birds flew to their favorite trees, camphor, fig, pear, orange, and poplar. The branches of poplar trees drooped less and stretched more obliquely, but they were all clean and neat. The long, soft branches grow horizontally and staggered, and when the sun shines, the tree turns purple-gray and bright red. Autumn mosquitoes, dry spiders, and various flying insects are all on the trees. When the wind blows, the branches are the same as when the birds are crouching on the branches, the branches are shaken, and the fallen leaves float to the ground like petals lightly, together with the roots of the tree.
The birds on the tree never stop their lives, they like to call friends on the branches, like to stretch their necks on the trees, like to walk around on the branches, and like to sing and dance on the branches. The singing of a bird will lead to the singing of a group of birds, the dance of a bird will lead to the jumping of a group of birds, they will make the silent branches tremble, make the rigid branches animate, and make the winter on the trees no longer cold. . Needless to say, when a bird is on a tree, it is a flower on the tree, and every moment of the tree is as vivid, lively, festive and warm as the flowers.
Birds on branches are more attractive than flowers on the ground. The flowers on the ground cannot bloom from spring to winter, but the flowers on the trees can; the flowers on the ground cannot bloom from east to west in an instant, but the flowers on the tree can make every single flower in the blink of an eye. The branches are full of flowers; the flowers on the ground rarely hear the singing of the flowers, but the flowers on the tree can whisper and sing. It is true to say that a bird, a flock of birds, comes to life in a tree and creates beauty in the world. No matter where you go, where there are trees, there are birds, and where there are birds, there will be liveliness. That is also a fact.
On the edge of the home field, spring, summer, autumn, winter, the birds are always on the trees. When the branches are luxuriant, the birds fly into and out of the tree. We can see the flight process of the birds; What I saw was the result of the flight of birds. Birds are on the branches, and cold trees are not cold. Birds have always been flowers on trees. They appear among the trees, incarnate as messengers of beauty, dance with the green leaves, and keep warm with the cold branches.
These trees are so beautiful. When the sparrows come, there are two more hidden white patterns on the trees; when the hoopoe comes, the trees have the softness of black feathers; when the turtledoves come, we know the beautiful charm of wine color; When the egret came, another white light appeared on the tree; when the dove came, the tree became more magical in black and white. These colors, fluttering and flashing everywhere on the tree, are freely combined and infinitely variable. This is the right and duty of the bird on the tree, dare I ask where there is such a fairyland? I think the tree is qualified to say, I have it here.
A lot of life in winter comes from trees, birds, and flowers.
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