Who has the full text of the tree?

Dingjun Wang

That tree has been standing by the roadside for a long time. When the road is just a muddy path, it stands there; When the road passed the first car, it stood there; When only a few old bungalows were scattered around, it stood there.

The tree is a bit rickety, showing its old age, but it is solid and firm. The top of the tree is dense, like fireworks that have just exploded. People who know trees say that one year, the typhoon blew for two days and nights, and all the trees nearby were blown off, and many houses collapsed. Only the tree stood motionless, and it is said that not even a leaf fell. It's incredible, but it is said that before new apartments are built in this area, someone always sticks a incense in the whirlpool hole of the trunk in the emergency warning of typhoon on land!

It is really a strong tree. Moldy, black and wet cortex with raised ribs and longitudinal cracks looks like cast iron. Under the soil a few feet away, you can also see the veins of the roots. People who stretch their necks in the summer sun will rush to the tree like hounds, take a breath from the shade, look up at the sun with thousands of hands and fingers, and look at the broken mercury leaking between their fingers. Sometimes, indeed, even the leaves are completely still.

So the bird came, and when the bird crowed, the children in the kindergarten sang a few feet away.

So the couple stopped, and in the evening, it was even darker under the tree, so the tree, the silent tree, secretly put out its roots and increased the land for shade, one centimeter and one centimeter outward.

However, there are other things in this world, other things extend faster, asphalt is paved mile by mile, high-voltage lines are erected for 1000 yards, and apartment buildings are arranged in rows. Everything that naturally grows on the ground has been uprooted. Only the tree is surrounded by the gray like a dead fish, and even the roots are rolled into gray by a roller, but the top of the tree is still dripping green after the rain, which is deeply green against the rapid new building. The bus put a stop sign next to the tree, so that people who get off the bus can hold an umbrella under the tree calmly. The drizzle at night is lighter than the catwalk, and it falls in the leaves and merges into bits and pieces that knock on the road, revealing secrets, very wet and poetic. The tree has been studied and calculated countless times by the foreman and the clerk of the Works Bureau, but it is still green.

Taxis poured in like hungry locusts. "Why are there trees?" A driver muttered. "This is an old and big tree," the passengers also whispered. In the rolling yellow dust raised by the wheels, in the horn of anxiety and anger, that shadow is no longer useful. The bus station moved and moved into the bus shelter. The stall moved to a place where pedestrians can stop leisurely. The kindergarten should also be moved here to see where the children belong. Only the tree did not move, not even a leaf fell. That bitter fleabane leaf is still green, and it is very green.

Ah! Ah, trees have no feet. Trees are hereditary aborigines and the effective dead of spring mud. When trees leave roots and soil, they are destroyed. Their tradition is to be strangled, and even mythological writers have never said anything about forest escape. No matter how strong the wind is, not a leaf escapes. Even though there are 100,000 clouds floating overhead, there are millions of footprints on the ground. Let the birds jumping between branches get used to every green hill. When the seedlings came out, when God reached out and baptized, God once said, "You are green here, green is alive, green is dead, and dead is green." Ah! So the tree risked his life to cover the lost land, made a futile contribution, and looked up at God under the stars.

On this day, a drunk driver crashed into the trunk at 70 miles. So people died. So the traffic expert sentenced the tree to pay for its life. So this day came, the chainsaw bit off the ankle bone of the tree, chewed it up, and scattered a circle of Bai Sensen bone powder. The tree only groaned when it fell to the ground. The massacre was arranged late at night so as not to affect the traffic on the road. The night is quiet, like the ancestor of a tree. The stars are near every household, and the sky is solemn, but the tree said nothing, and neither did God. Everything is predetermined, everything has a tacit understanding first, no more words. The old lady by the tree said that she heard the old tree sigh, like severe asthma. The lumberjack heard nothing. When the tree slowly tilted, they only found one thing: the street lamp hidden under the leaves was particularly bright, and the road suddenly seemed to open a few feet.

The dismemberment and disposal of the body was completed overnight. In the morning, pedestrians only see the broken leaves on the ground, and every square centimeter on the leaves is still green. The survivor of the green world no longer exists. It really lives and dies green. Slowly, the road was contaminated with Xuhui; Slowly, the sweeper appeared all the way with a broom. They are relatives of the tree, wearing hats and wrapped their arms. After sweeping the roots, they stood around the annual rings, looked at the wind and rain maps around them, and estimated how big the roots were and how many kilograms of firewood they could chop. One said: Yesterday morning, she swept the street, the tree was still there, and the ants living on the trunk moved a lot, flowing from the root to the other side of the road and becoming a thin Heihe River. She said in a tone of testimony that she had never seen so many ants. It must be ant country. She even said that some ants are as big as flies. As she spoke, she drew the route of the great immigrants with a broom. Car tires cut the team into several sections several times, but the order is not chaotic. Facing several companions with wide eyes, she showed the rich knowledge and experience unique to rural women. Old trees have special functions. It foresees being cut down and tells its own disaster to strangers in the body. So this weak and tenacious nation decided to go on an expedition, just like at the beginning. When every black fighter leaves the nest, he first detours on the trunk, which shows that he is unwilling to give up. This is what the sweeping girl from the countryside said. This is the end, they came to the tree's funeral.

Two weeks later, the roots were dug out. In order to cut off this bearded head, the executioner made a trap near it and cut off all the venous arteries. It's still night, starless and moonless, as black as grass ice. They carry sharp axes and American pickaxes, as well as working lights. The artificial glare projected the shadow of the axe on the road and jumped on the curtain on the second floor of the apartment like a giant. The sweat has exceeded the budget, and some people doubt whether the dead wood can resist it. Before the trap was filled, the traffic was diverted, and several motorcyclists who liked to violate the rules fell in and were taken to the hospital. However, all this is over. Now, the sun and the moon are competing for glory, and the road is like a rock. No one knows that there was such a tree, and no one knows that thousands of broken roots suffocated under a layer of stone and asphalt.

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