A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little boy loved
to come and
play around it everyday. He climbed to the tree top, ate the
apples, took a nap under the shadow...He loved the tree and the
tree loved to play with him. Time went by...the little boy had
grown up and he no longer played around the tree everyday.
One day, the boy came back to the tree and he looked sad. "Come
and
play
with me," the tree asked the boy.
"I am no longer a kid, I don't play around trees anymore." The
boy
replied,
"I want toys. I need money to buy them."
"Sorry, but I don't have money... but you can pick all my apples
and
sell
them. So, you will have money."
The boy was so excited. He grabbed all the apples on the tree
and
left
happily. The boy never came back after he picked the apples.
The
tree was
sad.
One day, the boy returned and the tree was so excited. "Come
and
play
with
me!" the tree said.
"I don't have time to play. I have to work for my family. We need
a
house
for shelter. Can you help me?"
"Sorry, but I don't have a house. But you can chop off my
branches
to
build
your house." So the boy cut all the branches of the tree and
left
happily.
The tree was glad to see him happy but the boy never came back
since
then.
The tree was again lonely and sad.
One hot summer day, the boy returned and the tree was
delighted.
"Come
and
play with me!" the tree said.
"I am sad and getting old. I want to go sailing to relax myself.
Can
you
give me a boat?"
"Use my trunk to build your boat. You can sail far away and
be
happy."
So the boy cut the tree trunk to make a boat. He went sailing
and
never
showed up for a long time.
Finally, the boy returned after he left for so many years.
"Sorry, my boy. But I don't have anything for you anymore. No
more
apples
for you... " the tree said.
"I don't have teeth to bite." the boy replied.
"No more trunk for you to climb on."
"I am too old for that now." the boy said.
"I really can't give you anything ... the only thing left is
my
dying
roots." the tree said with tears.
"I don't need much now, just a place to rest. I am tired after
all
these
years." the boy replied.
"Good! Old tree roots is the best place to lean on and rest.
Come,
Come
sit down with me and rest."
The boy sat down and the tree was glad and smiled with
tears.......
This is a story of everyone. The tree is our parents.
When we were young, we loved to play with Mom and Dad...
When we grown up, we left them...only came to them when we
need
something
or when we are in trouble.
No matter what, parents will always be there and give
everything
they
could
to make you happy. You may think the boy is cruel to the tree
but
that's
how all of us are treating our parents, or are we not?
Please enlighten all your friends by forwarding this mail to
them.
And
love your parents.
