She is a tree.

She didn't know why she thought that. It's just that when she woke up in the sun, a voice told her this repeatedly.

"You're a tree! You are a tree, a peach tree......"

A chill hit, she couldn't help but shake her body, and she saw green leaves dotted with branches, like countless butterflies resting on the trunk of a tree.

"Roar! Abi, you're awake! I'm blooming, you see, the drift is not beautiful! ”

It was a tall weeping begonia. On the thousands of hanging green branches, the red and bright begonia flowers are like intoxicating grape red wine, full of ** taste.

"It's beautiful!" She exclaimed, and looked at the heart-shaped leaves of her tree, when will she be able to bloom a flower?

She lazily closed her eyes and quietly listened to the sound of the wind through the mountains and forests. Bang bang bang bang

She also listened to the sound of seeds sprouting under her feet, and the sound of flowers blooming not far away.

Behind her, there was a clear stream, the water of which was gurgling and flowing into the distance. With a smell of tranquility.

The sun was warm, shining on the body, and the limbs were refreshed.

"Abi, Abi! Wake up, you've slept all winter. You see, the first pair of swallows of this spring is here! ”

The begonia tree chattered in her ear non-stop.

"Abi, I know them. They nested on me last spring! I saw that they laid an egg and hatched a little swallow. ”

"Huh? So, what about the little swallow? ”

"Abi, you always mention other people's sad things. You know, that little guy was later eaten by a snake. I don't like snakes, cold and greasy. Say, "Why am I a tree?" You can only watch, but you can't do anything. How nice it would be if I were an eagle? I'll definitely guard the little swallow, or swallow the snake first. ”

Bi Taoshu shook her head, she thought, if you are an eagle, I am afraid that the egg will not hatch first, and it will enter your belly, right?

But why am I a tree?

I'm already a tree, so I can only be a tree! She thought.

The swallows flew closer.

"Hey! I am here! Do you remember me? Last year......"

The begonia tree shook its branches and shouted enthusiastically. But the swallows couldn't hear it, and they saw the begonia branches shaking for no reason, but they were scared away.

The sun is fading, the twilight is sinking in the west, and the curtain of night is gradually opened.

There was wind, accompanied by a light rain, and it fell all night.

Early the next morning, she saw that the dirt under her feet was covered with a new layer of fresh green. These fragile and tender new lives spread out after only one night of rain.

Whether it is rigid or soft, strong or weak, who can say? Left and right, it's just the form of life!

In May, she also bloomed.

Pale pink, densely dotted with branches.

She never knew that as a tree, it would be so tiring to bloom a tree. The energy she had been accumulating for months had dissipated into the red snow of the tree.

She was delighted. Finally flowering. But why was she happy?

The begonia tree said that only with flowers can there be fruits, and only with fruits can there be inheritance!

She suddenly realized, it turned out that flowering is the inheritance of a tree.

What if it is not flowers and fruits that are inherited, but a will and belief? That's preaching, right? She thought suddenly.

If the flowering and fruiting are abstracted into a continuous belief, that is the way of a tree, right?

All things have spirits, and the Tao is natural.

She was shocked.

By the time of July, the flowers had fallen, and there were small crumpled fruits hanging from the branches.

The green side under his feet is already more than a foot high. These inconspicuous little things occupy most of the territory of this sparse grassland.

They don't seem to be able to speak, they only know that they will continue to grow and spread, and they will also produce flowers that are definitely not beautiful in the size of a grain of rice, and then, with the help of the wind, send the seeds far away.

In September, the fruit was ripe. It's still small, wrinkled.

She began to shed her leaves, and the green in her shade began to turn yellow in large patches.

She sometimes felt unworthy for them. Is it meaningful to waste all your good time on growth and expansion?

They are so small, so weak, that if the rain is heavier, they will drown. If you are targeted by a rabbit, you will be eaten. If the weather is colder, you will freeze to death. Even if you are lucky enough to live until September, a gust of autumn wind passes, you still can't escape the fate of life and death.

Before she could figure it out, winter came. She also began a slumber of the year.

The next year, the story of the previous year was repeated. She watched as the place where the once blue had fallen into mud was covered with a new layer of green, and then turned yellow again.

In her third year, she figured it out. Life is a kind of Tao! She is not grass, so naturally she can't look at grass based on her own likes and dislikes; The grass is not her, and there is no need to follow the values of a tree.

The good is like water, and the posture of water is ever-changing, each with its own subtlety.

And what about life? The posture of life is different, and each has its own fate.

The best is like water, and the best is like life.

Nothing more.

"Abi! Abi! Remember to wake me up next spring! The begonia tree grunted and fell into a deep sleep.

The peach tree shook its bare branches, and she saw a pair of swallows flying into the distance in the light blue sky.

She closed her eyes to hear the autumn wind blowing through the woods, the murmuring of the autumn water over a layer of pebbles. But there was the sound of the stone door opening.

The sunlight poured in, like a floor of broken gold.

She squinted her eyes and saw that outside the sun, there was a person, dressed in silver and black hair, clear and sparse. Beside him, the golden sunlight was also dull in color.

She remembered that she was already twelve years old this year, and her cultivation was at the peak of the Qi Refining Period.

When leaving, when passing by a stone room, Ye Qingyue's heart suddenly trembled, and she turned her head to look at a stone room.

She saw a fiery red lotus sea, and above the lotus sea, a layer of scorching flames danced. A woman in yellow, holding a jade fox moon-worshipping jade carving, gradually melted in the sea of fire.

"Don't be afraid, you just came out of the heart refining career, and your mind is unstable, what you just saw is an illusion in other people's memories." Ye Qingchen said.

Ye Qingyue was very uneasy in her heart, and she asked in a low voice, "Second brother, have you ever seen the Hell Lotus Lotus?" ”

Ye Qingchen's hand holding Ye Qingyue tightened, he took a closer look at the stone room, and remembered that it was the one where Linlang was imprisoned at the beginning.

After walking to the central hall, Ye Qingchen shook a jade pendant in his palm.

The man in black with the mask knelt in a circle. The leader in the middle of the heart sounded an indifferent and ruthless voice in his ears: "The people in Room No. 7 of the Heart Refining Career don't have to stay anymore!" ”

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