Reading | My neighbor tree

When I moved from the old residence, those trees became my neighbors. They came earlier than me, the difference was that they did not move in. A tree was born in the wilderness or growing in the city. Was it made a sidewalk tree or was transplanted into the yard to become a landscape.

The community I lived in the suburbs 20 years ago was a small village in the suburbs. The trees in the village were either cut off or were sold out by the roots. There are still many relocated households in the community, and people have moved back, but those native trees have not been able to return. If the tree can speak, it must be fucking various accents like our residents.

We only heard the sound of "wow" when the wind was blowing through, and thought that the sounds of the trees were the same. In fact, different winds were scratched, and different leaves sounds different, but people often couldn't tell.

When I moved, the tree in the community was just transplanted shortly. After spring after spring, they are really survived. Those trees that could not survive were cut away. I lived on the second floor of the building. At that time, they were almost tall as my balcony. I looked out from the window and just saw the tree top.

After more than ten years, my son has grown from a child to a youth, and the tree grows taller and faster. Once I went to the 4th floors of neighbors upstairs from the next upstairs, I saw that their balcony was as high as the canopy. It was a bit embarrassed for a while, thinking that I was standing on the balcony of my home a few years ago. The height of these trees of my neighbors is also the height of more than ten years.

The second floor is a good floor. In my spare time, I like to sit on the balcony and watch it. I leaned over to see the grass on the ground, and then let my eyes climb up along the trunk. I looked up slightly to see the crown.

The wild cat in the community was chased by a pet dog and slipped on the tree, which was much faster than me. Glanced at the pet dog that was unwilling to be under the tree, the frightened wild cat relieved, raised his eyes to look at the dense crown on the head, and suddenly came to the spirit -it saw a bird, climbing up the branch. When it was approaching, the bird suddenly flew up and reached another tree crown. I laughed dumb.

There is also a osmanthus tree in front of my bedroom, which is my closest neighbor. When it grows about the same as high as the window sill, it will no longer grow up, just trying to expand around, the lush crown just blocks the sun in the summer.

On weekdays, I like to sleep on the window, because the lively city sounds noisy sleep. But in August of the lunar calendar, the windows would open the windows all month to let its aroma float. The generous neighbor was also willing to share the happiness of its bloom with me.

I have lived in rural areas for many years. In my memory, a family in the village made delicious, and the fragrance will diffuse the entire village. Today, I have n’t smell the breath of my neighbors for a long time, except for this osmanthus tree.

One year of typhoon transit, the big trees that were easy to recruit in the community were okay. This is not high -sweet osmanthus tree, but it was rooted by the typhoon. After the typhoon on the third day, the property helped it to re -plant it. In order to survive, they saw the crown and made it a bare tree. Fortunately, it came over. After a few years, the crown was flat again with my window sill. One day I got up early and opened the curtains, and I saw its branch swaying at me, like an old neighbor for many years.

Most of my neighbor trees are evergreen plants, and they are green throughout the year. The leaves seem to have never been yellow, let alone wither. Of course, when the season is replaced, the leaves on the ground are also of them, but there are too many new leaves, and no one cares about a few pieces. They will not be proud or lost by themselves, unlike people who are sometimes happy and sad, sometimes melancholy and boring ...

I don't know if these trees will know them like I know them, knowing the existence of my neighbor. When I looked at them, tens of thousands of leaves looked back at me. There are so many eyes of a tree, and the world must look thorough than us.

Do you not speak through everything? Whether you understand or not, they only sounded "la la". When it rained, I heard the sound of raining on the leaves, like a drum point, like a horseshoe sound, like always wanting to break away from our bodies to break naked.

I have lived in this community for more than ten years and have been a neighbor with these trees for more than ten years. We are all living hard and we are working hard to continue living.

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Source: "Reading", No. 8, 2022

Editor -in -chief: Zhang Chu

School pair: Guo Yanhui Meng Yahe (intern)

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