Appreciation of the Prose "The Tree Outside the Window"

Before moving to my present home, I once lived in a community on the edge of the city for more than ten years. A seven-story building. I live on the fifth floor in the easternmost part. The sixth and seventh floors belong to the same family and are connected from top to bottom, which is what people usually call the building in the building. The owner is a rich man, elderly and idle at home. When people have money and leisure, they tend to be arty. In fact, it is nothing more than planting flowers and grass, raising birds in cages and so on. There is a roof platform on the seventh floor of his house, which is estimated to be 40 square meters, just to provide him with a place to use.

When the community was green, someone planted a tree in front of the building, right under my window. I don't know the name of the tree or the thickness of the bowl. It was transplanted from the nursery by greening workers. At that time, the trees were not tall and barely reached the third floor. Residential property management of flowers and trees in the hospital is not so good. It is rare to water once. Of course, the trees grow slowly and the branches are sparse. This tree always looks listless in summer. As soon as autumn comes, the leaves will soon be clean, leaving only bare branches dancing wildly in the wind, just like a person being stripped naked at once and frantically trying to pull something to cover up his shame.

Two years later, the tree has been standing there silently. Usually people come and go in the yard, but no one seems to take a look anymore.

It seems to be the summer of the third year One day, I suddenly found a plastic pipe on the outer wall of my building. It is white and can be seen from a distance. It is also the thickness of the bowl, from the roof to the grass under the tree. It turns out that the gentleman upstairs has a new hobby-raising fish. He built a small pool on the roof and raised a group of ornamental fish. In order to change water conveniently, he specially installed a sewer pipe. This tree is a windfall, and it doesn't have to endure summer thirst any more.

With water, the situation is very different. Two years later, the trees have obviously become stout, the bark is densely covered with valleys, and the crown has also expanded a lot, becoming plump and thick, supporting a large shade. Looking out of my window, my eyes are green and the breeze passes like waves. Under the tree, it naturally becomes a good place for people to enjoy the cool in summer. Especially the elderly, often drink tea, play cards and gossip here, which is simply a "sunset red" club. Chatting with old people-especially old ladies-is nothing more than some parents' trifles. Others seem bored, but they enjoy it. They often laugh when they are happy, which is very cute. Many times, what seems useless is what we really need, such as talking and chatting. We talk a lot every day. In fact, there are few serious words, mostly boring idle talk, but it is these idle talk that carry our emotional communication. "What touches people's hearts is nothing more than feelings." If you don't care about me, I think you look disgusting, so don't gossip.

The tree grows day by day, and my window becomes more and more lively. Where there are trees, there are birds. Although most of them are sparrows and magpies, their calls are far less euphemistic than thrush and oriole. Compared with the noise of the city, they are full of nature and the beauty of life. I wake up from the chirping of magpies every morning and feel in a good mood all day. Besides birds, there are cicadas. I have always regarded a summer nap as a great pleasure in life. Summer is long and hot. Isn't it beautiful to sleep very tired? People are sometimes very strange, and there is silence around them. By rights, they should be calm, but they often feel uneasy. This cicada song, which is close at hand, often sleeps soundly with me.

Some people like it, others don't. Later, people downstairs said that the tree affected the lighting in the house and planned to have an operation on it-cutting off part of the crown. Some people are reluctant to give up, but there is nothing they can do. After all, enjoying the cool is a small matter, and lighting is a big thing. Everything was ready, but it began to rain. It rained slowly all the time, and in the second half of the next day, I don't know which way the fairy passed, and suddenly the wind blew. At dawn, people saw the big tree lying in the open space in front of the building. Everyone was glad that they didn't hit the house, and some people found that the roots of the trees were very shallow, mostly close to the ground. As the saying goes, a tree is deep, but it is only as big as a tree. Some people say that the sewer pipe harmed it, and there may be some truth!

The tree fell and there was no sound outside my window.