五年前,我是一棵山野中的树,人们把我搬进城市。第一年。那个春天,他们把我搬进城市。我不明白他们为什么这样做,只有内省。第二年。我被种在浅浅的花坛里。城里人不遗余力地把一切都搓扁搓圆。像我这种高个子还算幸福,那些矮个子就难了。更可笑的是,那时我充满了野性,现在回忆起来,却颇有感慨。第三年。日子久了,我渐渐对周围的草木熟悉起来。我无法用人类的语言与他们交流。花草树木都是有灵性的,自然界的每一种生物都有这种天 Five years ago, I was a tree in the mountains and people moved me into the city. the first year. That spring, they moved me into the city. I do not understand why they do this, only introspection. the second year. I was planted in shallow flower beds. The city people spare no effort to rub everything round flat. Tall guys like me are still happy, those short ones are hard. Even more ridiculous is that when I was full of wild, now recalled, but quite feeling. The third year. As time goes on, I gradually become familiar with the surrounding vegetation. I can not communicate with them in human language. Flowers and trees are spiritual, and every creature in nature has such a heaven