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 see life as something smaller, as small as a lovely little tree.
Little tree, little tree, at first it looked like a branch stuck in the soil, then it absorbed sunlight, absorbed water, slowly slowly grew taller and taller into a very tall and large tree. Animals made their homes in the tree, everyone lived happily, growing up joyfully in the tree. They didn't have to worry about the sky falling, because there was that very tall and large tree to support them through everything, and the tree didn't worry about not having anyone to carry it.
Because, it was once a very small tree, only knowing to look for its mom and dad. At that time, it 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 could play carefree with other little trees. Everyone used their branches to touch each other, if it hurt, they would cry and find mom and dad: "Mom, Dad, it hurts." At that moment, mom and dad would 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 filled with vitality and passion, and the innocence of childhood.
It's just a pity, the weather was unpredictable, a wildfire broke out, mom and dad left, the little tree stayed, and all the companions in the story went to another place. "Mom, Dad, I'm cold." At this moment, when the little tree called for mom and dad again, there were no more gentle kisses and hugs. "Mom, Dad" "Mom, Dad" ... Eventually, the tender voice stopped, the whole world became silent, filled with a heavy, tense, and sad air. At this moment, the loveliness of the little tree lies in the fact that its spark of life did not extinguish because of this. It imagined that on the other side of the sea, beyond the mountain, perhaps there was another little tree calling out "Mom, Dad". Mom and dad did not leave, they were always in the little tree's heart, always in the little tree's heart, forever, forever.
When the new little tree calls it "Mom, Dad", it will give that weathered, rough but gentle kiss, leaving warmth on the little tree's cheek. The new little tree doesn't have to worry about the sky falling, because they hold up the whole world for the little tree, carrying everything, everything.