Make up a fairy tale: grass and trees. (More than 400 words)

In autumn, the tree suddenly feels a little lonely.

Maybe it's too cold, the tree thought. All the birds have gone to warm places. It's so quiet here that the trees can't help but miss the noisy insects in summer.

He looked around, hoping to find a companion to talk to, but there was only one tree in this mountain, a lonely tree. The sky is so blue and the earth is so quiet. Now he is really a little, a little lonely.

Alas, it's so cold ... the tree sighed, and he shrugged his shoulders gently and said to himself. A few dead leaves fell on the grass at the foot of the tree.

The grass looked up at the tree. He is still so tall and straight, but his face is full of loneliness, and he is no longer the high-spirited tree in summer.

Hey, let me sing you a song! The grass said timidly. She admires him very much, and this is the first time she has spoken to him.

The tree was lost in thought, and vaguely heard a subtle sound, so I looked around, but I only saw the distant mountains around Ji Shen, and I was still a lonely tree.

Hey, I said, let me sing you a song. The grass said loudly: I am at your feet!

The tree looked down and saw her-small, yellow, smiling at herself.

Hi, it's you ~ ~ the tree said, and then sighed: autumn is really too quiet, it's suffocating.

The grass said: Don't you think autumn is beautiful? The Woods are all red, like spring flowers all over the mountain. This is the spring of trees. The sky is always clear and transparent. When I look up at the sky, I feel like a small fish sinking at the bottom of the sea. Of course, you are a big fish. ...

The tree smiled at the grass: Yes, a fish that can't swim.

No, tree, look up at the clouds. They are still in the sky lightly. We swam and swam to our heart's content. Although we swim slowly, our world is not always static and lonely!

As the grass said, it began to sing softly in the wind. Its voice is so small, but it just melts into the mountain wind, just like Qilixiang floating from a distance in summer, neither light nor strong, just fascinating. Singing, singing, the grass began to gently dance her weak body: tree, don't you want to close your eyes and feel the touch of autumn wind? Although she is a little cold, the autumn wind is kind and gentle.

The tree learns to look like grass, closes its eyes and dances every branch in the autumn wind. Slowly, he also felt like a small fish or a bird, roaming freely between heaven and earth and flying freely. ...

He looked down at this lovely meadow. She was right in front of him, but he never looked at her. She was so young that nobody paid attention to her all summer. Is she lonely when she is alone?

Are you afraid of loneliness? The tree asks the grass.

Grass blinks: You know, I am lonely, but I am not. Hee hee, when I am alone, I sing to myself and daydream. But now that we know each other, we are no longer lonely. From then on, when watching the stars at night, someone finally spoke.

Thank you, Cao Er. The tree said seriously to the grass.

The grass looked up at the tree, which usually didn't talk much. You know, I just did a little.

And you, always by my side, maybe you didn't mean to, but you really take care of me. You are like a big umbrella, sheltering me from the wind and rain and giving me shade. When it's cold, your fallen leaves give me warmth. In spring, they rot and become my new year's nourishment. Actually, I should thank you.

The grass bowed its head helplessly, thought about it, and then began to say to the tree: Although I am weak, I can't help you drive away those bugs like you and take care of me in every possible way, but I am an understanding grass. Please talk to me when you are lonely. I really want to hear it.

So, would you like to dance with me again? The tree said to the grass with a smile.

How time flies this day. I don't know when the sun will set. This desolate hillside was plated with deep gold by the sun, and the distant mountains were set with a golden edge by the sun. The sky is layered with deep purple and light purple, rising to the deep sky, and then becoming a thick dark blue, so the autumn night comes.

After a hard day's work, the grass has fallen asleep, and only the tree is still looking at the clear stars on the horizon, dancing gently in the night wind.

Not birds can spread their wings and fly, but the tree says to itself: Thank you, lovely grass.

The tree said, gently put a leaf next to the grass, which is the heart of the tree in autumn.