The moon had just set, and the sun hadn't had time to get up yet. The whole sky was gray, but when I looked up, I could still see that there was a lazy cloud stretching its waist.

This faint cloud, blowing the faint wind around me, in this faint and somewhat deserted night, looking at the faint street below.

In this faint street, there is a small truck full of Christmas trees and moving forward lightly.

The driver who drove him was also singing faintly.

It's now half past four in the morning, the whole street is empty, the street lamps that should be faint on the side of the road, no longer faintly lit up and low lights, in this flickering night, this bright and dark street lamp, like a pair of expectant eyes flashing, but also like waiting for the driver who sang a faint song, after singing his song, in his concert to draw a curtain call.

On this street, it seems that only the driver's throat is the five-tone incomplete ballad.

This driver, who is driving an eight-year-old truck, has been running on the road of life for 30 years.

He is also from yesterday's carnival of Christmas, to today, a day that is more worthy of being remembered.

He was running and singing, and it occurred to him that he hadn't had a good Christmas in years.

It was supposed to be a trivial matter, but it was a sad big thing to put on him.

Because, his birthday is at Christmas.

For several years, he has almost every birthday. will be on the road just like today.

However, he still celebrates his birthday every Christmas.

You listen to the five-tone incomplete ballads, which he sang seriously, and you see that his eyes are red because of this ballad.

You see, in order to celebrate his birthday, he also "happily" took a bottle of mineral water filled with boiled water and poured it on his head.

Does this mean that he is actually making a wish, wishing for next year's birthday, and not having to run around on the road like now?

He should be happy, right? You can see that he has reached out his hand and slapped it in the face desperately. The slaps not only dispelled the fatigue of his day's driving, but also moved him to stop singing with tears.

……

Suddenly a fat orange cat appeared on the side of the road, crumpling the old newspaper in its mouth, as if it were giving him another birthday cake.

The sanitation workers who got up early one after another, the safety clothes on their bodies lit up dazzlingly in the dark night, and the red and yellow light was like the candlelight of the candles inserted in the birthday cake.

The tall buildings, the birds and dogs, the half-asleep taxi driver carrying the young man who had just come out of a nightclub and wanted to go home, you said that they seemed to be blessings from strangers, blessing him, sooner or later he would have a home in this city.

It should be like it, otherwise the scenery passing by will not make him cheer up, singing the familiar birthday ballad in his mouth, and driving into the distance.

……

"Where are we going?" Pine finally stopped being arrogant and screaming, she looked at the confused future and asked.

"I should go to the crematorium." A pine tree, which was also a Christmas tree, replied that she still had a bell on her, and she spoke with a crisp bell, which made her feel that the Christmas tree might be even more beautiful than she is now.

"Fire... Crematorium? "Pine is a little scared.

"Well, that's where people belong, and that's where we belong." Another Christmas tree said.

She still had a ribbon on her body that she didn't have time to take off, and she caressed her ribbon with the branches and leaves, this beautiful ribbon looked like a person's clothes in her eyes.

Since people wear clothes when they die, maybe she can become a human being in the next life, and she no longer has to be manipulated by others to become an adult and child businessman as she is now.

"However, burning us will pollute the environment!" Pine suddenly remembered that when she wasn't a Christmas tree, her role was to protect the environment.

This is what the people who planted her say it themselves.

Although he was the one who cut her with his own hands, she still chose to believe him in the end.

"Environment?" The last Christmas tree smiled.

He laughed loudly, and although he didn't have bells or streamers on him, his spikes were prickly.

Of course, his temperament is also very prickly, otherwise he would not have stabbed the humans who carried him into the car fiercely, to leave them a lesson that they can only forget tomorrow.

"How much is the environment worth?" He seems to be the one who has the most contact with humans of these Christmas trees. He is well aware of people's greed, and he also knows that people are becoming lazier and lazier now.

Environment, nature means hard work, but also means protection value.

Although, everyone pays lip service to caring for the environment and protecting the environment.

But in reality? Trees are not cut down in the same way, high-rise buildings are not built on agricultural land, and even clean rivers are not littered with garbage.

Nowadays, with the rapid development of the times, protecting the environment is more like a slogan used to attract money.

Let's take a look at the few people who talk about protecting the environment, are they all full of money in their pockets?

Those who dare to lie about protecting the environment, to be honest, in the hearts of this piercing Christmas tree, their hearts are darker than the darkness that now fills this carriage.

"But our tree is of great use."

"Our roots can be used as medicine."

"Our bodies can also be made into paper. For people to write beautiful words. ”

"Even our bodies can be made into toys that everyone loves."

"Yes, our bodies can be made into chess pieces!"

Pine speaks quickly, and her fear of fire outweighs her fear of death. Just keep her from being burned.

She'd rather give her all!

Unexpectedly, the pine tree's words caused the other three pine trees to laugh.

"Is anyone still willing to use our roots for medicine? As long as we use our roots in medicine, they will be said by other humans to be liars. ”

"Is there anyone still willing to write beautiful words on paper? Nowadays, as long as human beings have a mobile phone and a machine, they can see all the words. ”

"Besides, what is beautiful writing? Is it literature? Now anything can be called literature. Anything can be a substitute for literature. ”

"Chess pieces?"

"Do you mean let's make pawns?"

"We've been pawns since the beginning!"

"Who is not a pawn in the world?"

"It's just that we are both chess pieces and gamblers, and we are betting on whether this life will become a Christmas tree that can only be burned after a short period of beauty!"

……

This Christmas tree is piled up outside the city.

Some of these Christmas trees are beautiful, and some are desirable.

Others, like pine trees, screamed incessantly because of the fear of fire.

This Christmas tree could have formed a forest to protect the environment, or it could have formed a hero on the street to protect the city.

But because they are all beautiful pine trees that make the businessman's eyes bumper and their hearts beat, their lifespan is shorter than that of many trees.

Of course, they can also compose a book of poetry and literature.

But is poetry and literature still needed?

Or do you still need books that are beautifully packaged and can give people a wake-up call?

The answer is yes, no.

If you want to read that kind of book, you can only read the ones that are touted overseas.

After all, many writers have long since died, or rather, they have long been pinched to death by a hand that cannot only see shapes and names.

The soul is pinched to death, the flesh is pinched to rot, the giant of thought, the pinched is full of clowns, laughing sentences.

No one likes a lot of writers who write good sentences, articles, literature.

Or rather, those writers don't have the wings of imagination.

Wings of imagination? It's never a simple text!

……

Christmas tree they didn't end up dying.

Because, burning them requires a large fine.

So, the handler with the cats dug a big pit and buried them in the soil.

The pine trees were in the dirt, and they laughed.

After all, burying them in the soil, they will also have to be decades before they can decay.

She was buried for three days, and her body was crawling with ants.

The ants dug holes in her.

Those holes made her not beautiful.

Puppies bark over her head and rats run above her.

But she was still smiling.

I don't know, what she's laughing at.