spruce

There is a bright little spruce tree in the forest, looking forward to growing up quickly, completely ignoring the warm sun and fresh air, and not liking the gossip children talk about while picking strawberries. Little spruce doesn't want to listen at all.

A year has passed, it has grown a circle, and in another year it will grow another circle. By counting how many circles of branches and leaves a spruce has grown, you can tell how many years it has been growing.

Little spruce said, 'If only I could grow as big as other trees, I would be able to stretch my branches and leaves far and wide, and see the vast world! Birds will build nests between my branches and leaves, and I can also shake my head!' It had no intention of browsing the sunshine, birds, and red clouds in the sky.

In winter, there is snow everywhere. Often, a wild rabbit jumps over a small spruce tree. In the third winter, the tree had grown very tall, and the hare had to run away from it. In Little Spruce's eyes, growing old is the only happy thing in the world.

In autumn, loggers come to cut down the largest trees, which happens every year. The young spruce trembled in fear of the trees being cut down. The towering trees fell to the ground with a loud bang, and their branches were cut off. Then they were loaded onto cars and pulled out of the woods by horses.

Where did they go? What will happen to them in the future?

In spring, swallows and storks come. Do you know where they were taken? "Asked the spruce

The swallow knew nothing, but the stork nodded and said, "When I flew to Egypt, I encountered many new ships with magnificent masts standing on them. I dare say these masts are them, they have a scent of spruce

If only I could grow up to be able to cross the ocean! What does this sea look like? "Said the spruce.

This is not an easy thing to clarify! "Said the stork, and then walked away.

The wind kissed the spruce, the dew shed tears on it, but the spruce ignored it.

Christmas has arrived, and many young spruce trees have been cut down. They are all the most beautiful trees, with their branches preserved, loaded onto carts, and pulled out of the forest by horses.

The spruce asked, "Where are they going? They're not as big as me, and one of them is very small. Why are they keeping their branches? Where are they pulling them

We once saw them placed in the center of a warm room, adorned with the most beautiful things, such as golden apples, honey cakes, toys, and hundreds of candles, "said Sparrow.

What else? What happened afterwards? "Asked the spruce.

We won't see anything more! "Replied the sparrow.

I don't know if I can also embark on this path, "said Spruce happily." It's much better than crossing the ocean! If only I were in that warm room, dressed in luxury and comfort! But what's going on? I feel so uncomfortable! I'm going crazy! I can't understand it myself

Come and be happy with me all the way! "Said the air and sunshine," Enjoy your fresh youth

Spruce trees are not happy at all. It keeps growing and growing, appearing green in both winter and summer. People who see it say, 'This tree is so beautiful!'

Christmas has arrived, and it was the first one to be chopped down. The axe plunged deep into its belly, causing it to feel a wave of pain and weakness, unable to think of any more joy. It was very sad, it could no longer see those dear old friends, nor could it see the small trees and flowers around it. It was pulled away by the car and didn't feel comfortable at all.

When it woke up, it heard someone say, "This one is beautiful! We can't live without this one

Some uniformed servants carried the spruce into a luxurious room. There are rocking chairs, silk sofas, and a spacious table filled with books in the room. The spruce was erected in a square wooden basin covered with sand.

Spruce is full of expectations, what will happen? Both male and female servants are busy dressing it up. Small nets made of flower paper were hung on the branches, containing candies. Gold coated apples and walnuts were also hung on the branches. More than a hundred red, blue, and white candles were firmly inserted into the branches, swaying on the green branches, and on the treetops lay a large star made of gold foil. It's really beautiful.

Everyone says, 'Tonight must be extremely enjoyable.'

The spruce couldn't help but think, "What will happen at night? Will trees come to see me from the forest? Will sparrows be outside the glass windows? Will I take root and grow here, and dress up? Will I stand here in winter and summer

Nightfall has arrived, and the candles have been extinguished. It trembled excitedly, shaking every branch and leaf, causing a candle to light the branch and burning it in excruciating pain.

God! "The maids shouted, hastily extinguishing the fire.

The poor little tree dared not shake anymore, afraid of losing its ornaments. The door opened and many children rushed out, as if trying to knock down a small tree. The adults walked out. They sang and danced around the small tree, and the gifts hanging on the tree were picked one by one.

The little tree thought, 'What will happen next?' The candles burned one by one, and as soon as they reached their roots, they were all extinguished. The children approached the small tree and came to plunder, making the branches creak. If it weren't for the top of the tree and the Venus tied to the ceiling, it would have been squeezed down long ago.

The children danced around the small tree, pulling a short and chubby man over to ask him to tell a story. He sat down under the small tree and said, "I only want to tell one story. Which one do you want to hear

Tell Ivid Avid

Talking about stupid men! "There was a chaotic shouting and screaming around, only the spruce remained silent. The man talked about the stupid man who sat on the throne and married the princess.

Spruce stood still, lost in thought: 'The foolish man rolled down the steps and even married a princess! How could such a thing exist in the world!' Spruce thought to himself, thinking it was true. No, maybe I'll roll down the stairs and marry a princess too

The little tree was filled with joy, waiting to be hung with candles and toys, draped with gold foil stars and fruits the next day. It thought to itself, 'Tomorrow I will hear the story of the stupid man again, maybe I will hear the story of that Ivid Avid.' The little tree stood there motionless for the whole night.

The next morning, two servants went out. The little tree waited for them to dress up, but they dragged it out of the house, up the stairs, into the attic, and left it in a corner where there was no sunlight.

What do you mean! "Little Tree thought," Who knows what I'm going to do here again? I can hear a factory leaning against the wall, standing there thinking and thinking. Finally, someone came up, but he had put a few big boxes in the corner. People seem to have forgotten about it.

The days have passed day by day. It's winter now, and the land is frozen hard, covered with white snow. People can't plant me in the soil at this time. I have to wait here until next spring! How thoughtful I am, humans are so good! It's just so lonely that it's unbearable, "thought Little Tree.

Suddenly, two little mice crawled out, shouting loudly. They sniffed the spruce and crawled into the branches of the small tree. They said, "The weather is extremely cold, otherwise this place would be quite comfortable. Isn't it, Old Spruce

I'm not old, there are many who are much older than me, "said the spruce.

Where are you from? What do you know? "They asked curiously." Have you ever been to a food storage room? The shelves inside were filled with cheese, and pickled pig trotters hung from the ceiling. We came out thin and gained weight from eating

I don't know about these places, I only know about the woods, where the sun shines and birds sing inside! "It told them all about its youth, and the little mouse listened intently. Afterwards, it also talked about how people dressed it up with pastries and candles on Christmas Eve.

You're so happy, old spruce! "Said the little mouse.

I'm not old, I only came out of the woods this winter, and now I'm in the golden age, "said the spruce.

On the second night, they brought four friends who wanted to hear stories. The little tree remembered everything and thought, 'Those days were really interesting, but good days will come. Maybe I will marry a princess too!' The little spruce thought of a beautiful birch tree on the other side of the forest, which was truly a lovely princess.

Who is the stupid man? "Asked the little mouse. So the little spruce told the story from beginning to end, and the little mouse was so happy that it jumped onto the top of the small tree. On the third night, more mice came, and on Sunday, two more rats came. The little mouse doesn't like this story as much now. The big mouse asked, "Do you only know this one story

I only know one, that's what I heard on that happiest night, "answered the spruce.

Can't you tell the story of bacon and greasy candles? Can't you tell the story of a room where food is stored

No way! "Said the little tree.

Your story is not worth listening to, "the big mouse said and left.

The little mouse also left. The days when those happy little mice surrounded me and listened to my stories were quite good, but unfortunately they have become a thing of the past. When I go out, I will really enjoy it

One morning, some servants came to tidy up the attic. The small tree was dragged out and a young man pulled it onto the steps illuminated by sunlight.

A new life has begun! "Thought Little Tree. It is breathing fresh air, basking in the morning sunshine, and has already arrived in the yard. The yard is connected to a garden, which is full of flowers. Roses climb on the small fence, and the oak trees are also full of flowers. Swallows fly around. I want a new life! "It exclaimed excitedly, stretching out its branches and leaves, but they were all withered and yellowed. The small tree was placed in a corner, and the star made of gold foil still shone brightly in the sunlight on the treetops.

There are two children playing in the yard. They used to dance around a small tree on Christmas Eve. A child ran away and picked off the stars. He said, 'Look at what's hanging on this old and ugly Christmas tree!' He kicked the branches with his foot, and many of them broke.

The little tree looked around at the lush greenery and then at itself, feeling that it was better to stay in the gloomy corner of the attic. It recalls its youth, the sad Christmas night, and the few little mice that listened to it telling stories about stupid men.

The poor little tree said, "In those sad times, I should have lived with joy and sorrow! It's over, it's all in the past

A servant chopped a small tree into a small pile of firewood, which was roaring in the stove. It sighed deeply, like gunshots, and the children playing ran out, looking at the fire and saying, "Bang! Bang

The little tree sighed, thinking of a summer day in the forest, a winter night with twinkling stars; It thinks of the Christmas tree, of the stupid man, the only story it has ever heard and can tell.

Finally, the small tree turned into ashes, and the story was over.