做人难,做树也难。农场一到深秋,杨树枝头最后一片黄叶,在微风中徐徐飘零,是大地母亲的呼唤,是飘零落叶的归宿。林带边上的一棵高大杨树,被人在砍柴火时砍掉了枝桠,只剩下光秃秃的树身,你看,做树也难吧!为了冬天生火,被人收拾得遍体鳞伤,体无完枝。我常常看着这些树沉思,树的一生也有坎坷艰难的,也有凤光无限的。有钱人家的树,像一个被呵护的孩子,得到精心的培植。尽管它如笼中的鸟,圈中的兽,却没有一点自由,甚至连弯一下腰的权利也没有。但为了舒适,它只有 Difficult to do, it is difficult to make trees. Farm to late autumn, the last piece of poplar yellow leaves, slowly drifting in the breeze, is the mother of the earth call, is the destination of floating leaves. A tall poplar on the edge of the forest was cut off by branches of firewood when it was cut firewood, leaving only the bare tree, you see, it is also difficult to make trees! To winter fire, was tidied up and covered, branch. I often look at these trees meditation, the tree’s life is also difficult and difficult, but also infinite. The tree of rich people, like a child being nurtured, is carefully nurtured. Although it is like a cage bird, a beast in the ring, it has no freedom, and there is not even a right to bend over. But for comfort, it’s only