Appreciation of outstanding American literary works: from the sacrificial words of cutting down trees

This tree was planted by hand in those days, and now it has grown into a pillar. Now we are going to build a house with it, and the tree god has abdicated to the western god.

That is a paulownia tree that grows between several small buildings. In this dense cement complex, it looks fresh and different. Like all paulownia trees, it has dense branches and leaves, layered green leaves and thick texture. Its blue-white bark becomes plump after summer rain and sunshine. In a word, this is a strong and beautiful tree. Just as high as the tenth floor. Now, either it is too lush, blocking the scarce sunshine in the city, or it grows on a narrow roadside, which makes people who drive in and out avoid it. People will cut it down.

There are several bystanders standing in front of the bungalow in the distance.

Look carefully, there is a rope hanging on the tree and a figure behind the leaves. I suddenly understand what kind of fate this tree is facing, and I feel a little sad.

I think of the trees in the country. They grow in the boundless wilderness and are the highest watchmen there. In addition to freely welcoming the sunshine and rain, they also have their own enjoyment. They communicate with their partners for a long time, and the sound of rustling leaves is their words. It watches each other with distant trees, exchanging ideas and greeting each other from time to time in a swaying posture. They guard the village and cover the house; They take magpies to nest and bring joy to the monotonous life every day. In summer, they become cicadas, which makes the noise in summer stronger. In winter, they light the bright moon, which makes the quiet of winter night brighter. Look, there are no trees. Where did they come from? Village? ! This tree has been deeply integrated into the blood of the village, and its calm and straight posture expresses its pride.

In the countryside, every tree has reasons to be proud of. Not only because they are valuable, but also because their value is respected. Farmers won't hurt trees easily. When transplanting saplings, they carefully dig up the soil for fear of hurting the roots, just like taking care of their youngest child. They dug up the saplings and carried them on their shoulders, trembling towards their new destinations, and their faces were beaming. Cattle and sheep chewed up the bark and put mud on the injured part, just like sticking fairy medicine on the wound. This place will soon be cured. If they want to cut down trees, they must choose an auspicious day and ask the old gentleman in the village to write a few words of congratulations on red paper:

This tree was planted by hand in those days, and now it has grown into a pillar. Now we are going to build a house with it, and the tree god has abdicated to the western god.

The red paper of this news was posted on the tree three days in advance, as if the tree god was a tangible mortal with a home and countless useless and reluctant sundries. Now he's moving away. It is not easy to move once. Give him some time! What a humanized scene this is!

On the day of cutting down trees, people came carrying shovels. Two strong men (one was too tired and crowded) began to draw a big circle under the tree and then dug it out. They dug up the soil, shoveled out the exposed roots, and then cut them off with a long-handled axe. They dug for a while, then stopped to sigh? This tree is very big! ? Dig for a while and then stick out your tongue in surprise? Ah, there's another root here! ? As usual, some people are watching, and they also express their opinions from time to time, for example, what pit is dug too small, and judging which direction there are still roots left. People who have sheep at home have long been watching while holding the sheep. The scene was like a small gathering.

After fighting with the tree all morning, the tree finally tilted, and people went to pull the rope tied to it. But the tree just won't fall. So people around us started, and everyone shouted their songs together, pulling and playing rhythmically. Finally, the tree couldn't help it. First slowly inclined, and then began to accelerate the fall. People threw down the rope and ran to both sides. The wind of the heavy tree carrier and the sound of root cutting collapsed. Everyone has a surprised smile on his face, and the people who cut down trees are sweating. People are thinking: what a magnificent tree it is!

Although a tree falls, it enjoys glory when it is alive and experiences the courtesy of fighting when it is dead? Although doomed to failure. People respect it like a valuable opponent.

In front of the tree, in the roar of the chainsaw, first pull out the branches one by one, and then saw off the bare tree from the top. This behavior is like cruel dismemberment or furtive murder. What about the two loggers? I've seen trees cut like this. With a straight face, they cut a tree into small pieces in the most programmed way and threw it impatiently into the car, leaving only roots on the ground. Eventually, one day, an excavator will shovel away the roots completely.

This world of reinforced concrete is called. City? Where people's hearts are no longer soft and delicate.

Those who watched from afar did not see the scene of the hero. Everything ended peacefully in the harsh sound of chainsaws, and they scattered around in boredom. I also went back to the house. A soap opera has just ended.

Author: Zhi. (WeChat official account: a tree growing in Tieyi Middle School)

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