Immigrant asphyxia

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. This is unbelievable. It is said that before building new apartments in this area, in the emergency warning of land typhoon, someone always inserted the wick into the spiral hole of the trunk.

It is really a strong tree. On the moldy, black and wet cortex, there are raised ribs and longitudinal cracks, which look 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, even the leaves are completely still.

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

So the couple stopped, and at night, it was darker and darker under the tree; So the tree, the silent tree, secretly extended its roots and increased the land it could shade, one centimeter at a time.

However, there are other things in this world, other things extend faster, asphalt roads are paved one by one, high-voltage lines are erected 1000 yards, and apartment buildings are lined up. Everything that naturally grows on the ground has been uprooted. Only the trees are surrounded by heavy gray like dead fish, and even the roots are crushed into gray by the roller, but the top of the tree is still dripping green after the rain, and it is very green with the 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. This tree has been studied and calculated countless times by the foreman and the staff of the Works Bureau, but it is still green.

Taxis swarmed 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, the voiceless sound is useless. The bus station moved and moved into the bus shelter. The fruit stand moved to a place where pedestrians can stop leisurely. Kindergartens should also be moved to see where they belong to children. Only the tree did not move, not even a leaf fell. That bitter fleabane leaf is still green, very green.

Ah, ah, trees have no feet. Trees are hereditary aborigines and the effective dead of spring mud. Trees leave their roots, roots leave the soil, and trees 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 and 200,000 footprints piled on the ground, the family of birds jumping on the branches has changed for 50 generations, and the descendants of birds have inhabited 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, making a futile contribution and looking up to God under the starry sky.

On this day, a drunk driver aimed at the trunk at a speed of 60 miles and crashed into it. 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 in the middle of the night so as not to affect the traffic on the road. The night is quiet, like the ancestors of trees. The stars are near every household, the sky is solemn, but the trees are silent. Neither did God. Everything is predetermined, everything is tacit, and there is no need to say anything. An 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 originally 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. Born green, died green. Slowly, the road surface became shiny; Slowly, the woman sweeping the floor appeared, waving a broom all the way. They wore hats and wrapped their arms. They are relatives of the tree. After sweeping the roots, they stood around the annual rings, looked at the wind and rain map in circles, and estimated how big the roots were and how many Jin of firewood they could split into. One said that yesterday morning when she swept the street, the trees were still there, and the ants living in the trunk moved from the roots to the other side of the road, forming a thin black 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. Cars and tires cut the team into sections several times, but the order is not chaotic. Facing several companions with wide eyes, she showed the rich knowledge unique to rural women. Old trees have special functions. It foresees being cut, and first tells its own disaster to the parasites in the body. So this small and indomitable nation decided to go on an expedition, just as they did at the beginning; After leaving the nest, every black fighter made a detour around the trunk to show reluctance. This is what the sweeping girl from the countryside said. This is the end. They came to attend the tree's funeral.

Two weeks later, the roots were also dug up. In order to cut off the bearded head, the executioner made a trap near it and cut off all the arteries and veins. Time stands still in the starry moonless night, as black as a piece of grass ice. They brought sharp axes, American pickaxes and working lights. The artificial glare projected the shadow of the axe on the road and the curtains on the second floor of the apartment, jumping like a giant. Sweat exceeds the budget, and some people doubt that dead wood and immortal wood can withstand 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. But it's all over. Now, the sun and the moon are competing for glory, and the road is like a stone. 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.