Twelve songs of birch

Time is a piece of cloth woven by a tailor named "Eternity". In this new year, it begins to be mended constantly.

The wind is getting warmer and warmer, the sky is getting bluer and bluer, and small green peas are slowly born on the branches of willow trees on the roadside. The cuckoo calls like the horn of spring, and everything seems so clear.

The cycle of the four seasons constantly changes everything, but the birch trees in the yard are still the same. Birch always gives me a feeling of high spirits. I like this kind of plant with tenacious vitality, which is not easy to yield to nature. But the reason why I like birch is not only because of its tenacity, but more importantly, it spent a quiet and beautiful time with me. The sun shines softly on the smooth birch bark, reflecting the image of my childhood. ...

I grew up in this yard since I was a child. The birch trees in the yard grew up with me and cocoa. Coco is my neighbor, two years younger than me. I call her Coco, and she calls me Brother. She is an unfortunate girl. She wore glasses when she was very young. Glasses are thick and look heavy. The children who play together always laugh at her, but she never cries because of it. She loves to laugh and is optimistic. Her peach-like face and dull lenses make people think she is cute. She is a lucky girl, very smart, and everyone around her likes her, including me. She likes following me, and I like being with her. She runs so fast that sometimes I can't catch up with her. I am afraid that she will fall, and I will always take her to play on a clean path without stones; Afraid that she will get hurt, she always brings some band-AIDS that she has worked so hard to dig out from the drawer; Afraid of her runny nose, I got into the habit of putting a pack of paper towels in my pocket every day.

Happiness at that time was as leisurely and long as the meaning of this birch. Coco said he wanted to be a bird when he grew up, so I wanted to be a tree. Coco said she wanted to be a flower when she grew up, so I wanted to be a grass. Coco said he wanted to be a cloud when he grew up, so I wanted to be Houyi. Trees can protect birds, grass can wait for flowers, and clouds can be seen every day without the sun. Coco said I was boring, and there would be no sunny day without the sun. Clouds won't look good at that time. So I changed my mind and wanted to be the sky behind the white clouds.

We fantasized about many touching fairy tales around the birch trees in the yard. Birch tree is a very qualified listener and never laughs at our naive views. In order to thank it, Coco waters it every day, and I like to fertilize it. We looked at it and sprouted.

One day, we leaned under the birch tree, and we were intoxicated by the fragrance of bark and the coolness of tree shadows. Coco eyes closed, feeling all this, long curved eyelashes's, just like the beautiful doll in the story.

"Listen, brother, the tree is singing." She opened her eyes, adjusted her glasses and smiled happily.

"Why can't I hear you?" I put my hand on my ear, and only the wind came.

"No, you listen carefully. This song is really beautiful, like water, like birds, like raindrops. " I feel even more surprised. I listened to it again, but I still didn't hear anything, just feeling a little confused.

"Brother, you listen carefully. This song seems to be the heartbeat of a birch. " She held me with her little hand, put her ear to the bark, and listened to the songs in the tree. "Brother, in fact, I have already heard this tree sing. Moreover, it sings different songs every day. It can sing twelve different songs in twelve months of a year. It can sing 365 different songs 365 days a year. " There was a smile on her lips when she spoke.

Looking at the bright smile on her face, I seem to hear the singing of birch trees. That song contains all the natural sounds, and I seem to enjoy all the seasons in an instant. The brisk spring, high-spirited summer, cool autumn and pure winter all turn into a melody, which haunts my heart. I fell in love unconsciously and fell asleep under this tree. When I woke up, I was carried to bed by my father, and I felt happy when I remembered singing with the audible birch today. In the later days, Coco and I would sit under the tree and listen to birch singing every day until we went to primary school. But as soon as school is over, she and I will still listen to it sing together, and Coco will also start humming softly with the melody of the tree. The singing of Betula platyphylla has eliminated all unhappiness for us, including the troubles in study and the sadness in growing up.

I thought I could be so happy and full every day, but this beautiful fairy tale will come to an end one day-Coco will go to another city with her parents. The day she left, she cried so sadly for the first time, but I want to see her innocent smile again. I wiped the tears from her eyes, wiped the tears from her face and told her not to cry. She managed to squeeze out an ugly smile and looked at me. I just have a sore nose, and I didn't cry when she got on the bus and left. But then as long as I think of her parting expression, I will shed tears unconsciously. When I went to listen to the birch singing again, somehow, the singing became more and more unreal. Just like the last time Coco and I listened to it sing together under the birch tree, when Coco told me that she was leaving, the song in her ear suddenly became blurred. After a long time, I can't hear the beautiful songs of birch trees anymore. I suddenly realized that I grew up and Coco grew up. We will grow up eventually, and some beautiful things will drift away as we grow up and become memories. Coco will not always be a little girl who will only run behind me, and I will not always accompany her. When I grow into a teenager and she grows into a girl, we will never have that naive idea as a child again. Everything has faded, only my feelings with Coco have deepened day by day. I think that friendship should last forever.

When I entered middle school, I saw many birch trees on campus. I like them very much, but they are not as good as those in the yard. I have met many lovely girls, but none of them can compare with Coco. But it is unique, because I used to care about her so much. Now, maybe the future will still be ...