One day, a group of children came to the big tree, and I climbed one by one. Starting the branches, the old tree is not allowed, bending down and said: "Children, you don't have to fold the tree, I am very uncomfortable" But this group of children folded some branches. The old tree looked at the branches that were folded. This group of children took a hay and put it under the tree, burned old trees crying, don't burn, don't burn!
I looked at my eyes, I was very sympathetic, rushed to the wild child, and the old trees stretched together to shake hands.
1985, 12, 5
