贵阳市桑拿服务《13208511926》微信同步，A tree species has been buried under the pot for some time. In the stupor, she suddenly heard a slight crack. She was inspired by the sound of the same kind and began to try to rush out of the darkness day and night. Her efforts have not been in vain. At the end of this spring, she finally broke a crack in the pot and ejected a yellow leaf.
Before she could stand on her feet, she could not wait to find the seed that came out of the ground first. She found him in the yard not far away from her, more than half a meter high, but she was pressed under a high wall.
In order to grow up, she desperately sucks the sun and rain. No matter the thunderstorm or the wind, she straightens up and tries to go up. Although the pot pierced her feet, the wall bruised her skin, she was not distracted, and even refused to flatter a sunflower, a sword orchid. When winter came, she finally grew to half a meter high, but he had already crossed the wall, no matter how hard she tried, she could not reach a thin branch.
This winter seemed to be very long. She often waved to him in the cold wind, but he did not find her admiration for him. If you can't reach his hand, wrap it around his roots. So she did her best to climb the roots in his direction, regardless of the sharp tiles and the pressure of the wall. When spring came, her tiny roots finally touched his.
A faint and timid twining finally made him notice her existence, and he found her and her scars. He carefully circled his strong roots through the wounds and then wrapped her tightly.
After spring, his branches and leaves have covered half of the yard, and he has been able to be proud of all the flowers and trees in the yard. Looking at his tall and straight body, and looking at his own weak body, it seems that she will never be able to reach the height with him, she is a little frustrated and a little timid. He seemed to see through her mind, and to cling to her more forcefully. She was carried by his strong muscles and bones, getting taller and thicker little by little. Now, the higher the wall, the higher she could listen to the breeze and count the clouds.
It was a windy night. The wind started to attack her again and again with a grim smile. Every shaking would cause her skin to rub against the stone wall and leave traces of scars. The roots were even more painful like tears. In order to alleviate her pain, he leaned to her as much as possible, stretched out all the branches like an eagle to protect his young child, and tried his best to resist the storm sweeping at her. His roots were like tiny bandages, which tightly wound her. Countless roots you pester me, I surround you, I can't tell who is who. In the face of the storm, they are one.
The stars are shifting. On a moon like autumn night, the blooming rice like buds gently spread all over her crown. The whole yard was filled with elegant fragrance. He was suddenly awakened by the rare fragrance. He wanted to wake her up and share the beauty with her. But he froze; she was smiling at him with unprecedented beauty, and every tiny petal on her was filled with the intoxicating fragrance.
He watched her silently and was moved by her beauty and her blooming. Only he knows how much pain and price he has paid for this day. The mottled scars are the best proof.
At daybreak, some people pushed down the courtyard wall and came to them with a row: "the flower of this cinnamon tree is really fragrant. Just stay and plane the poplar."
With the deepening of hoes, their tangled roots are exposed in front of people, which can not be separated. "It's strange that the roots of the two trees can't be separated." People don't know how much effort they have made to be able to have each other.
At the moment when the poplar fell, all the osmanthus fell to the ground one after another, as if it were raining osmanthus. After a few days, people found that the laurel tree was dead, and it was leaning on the residual trunk of poplar.