总觉得树木就像是一本书,一本包罗万象的书,一本奋斗生活的书,读树便如读人生。当它们结成部落和家庭,形成森林和树丛生活时,我尊敬它们。当它们只身独立时,我更尊敬它们。它们好似孤独者,却不像因为某种弱点而遁世的隐士,而像伟大而郁郁寡欢的人们。在历史的岁月中,它们稳扎脚跟,任凭风吹雨打,从不认输。它们的根深深扎在无垠的大地之中,以全部的生命力去追求自我,展现自我。然而当一棵树被锯倒并把它赤裸裸的伤口暴露在阳光下时,你就可以在它的墓碑上,在它的树桩的浅色圆截面上读到它的完整历史。在年轮和各种畸形的枝干上,忠实地记录了所有的争斗,所有的痛苦,所有的 Always feel that the tree is like a book, an all-encompassing book, a book of life, and reading a tree is like reading a life. When they formed a tribe and a family and formed a forest and a bush life, I respected them. When they are alone, I respect them more. They are like loners, but unlike the hermits who died because of some kind of weakness, they are like great and unhappy people. In the historical years, they kept their footholds, let the winds blow, and never admit defeat. Their roots are deep in the land of innocence, and they are pursuing self and showing themselves with all their vitality. However, when a tree is sawn and its naked wounds exposed to sunlight, you can read its complete history on its tombstone in the light-coloured circular section of its stump. In the rings and misshapen branches, all the battles were faithfully recorded, all the pain, all the