A 200-word essay about an old oak tree.

On the top of the high slope in the forest, near the open beach, there is such a really old oak tree, which is 365 years old. However, for trees, such a long time is like we have experienced so many days and nights; We wake up during the day and sleep at night, so we dream. Trees are different. They are awake all year round, but they don't start sleeping until the end of winter. Winter is when it falls asleep, at night after its long day; This long day is called spring, summer and harvest autumn.

On many warm summer days, Mayflies dance around the tree tops and fly around, feeling very happy. Then the little guy had a quiet and happy rest on a wide fresh oak leaf. At this time, the tree always says, "Poor thing! Your life is only one day! How short and sad! "

"Pathetic!" Mayflies always answer, "What do you mean by talking like this? I am very happy to know that all this is beautiful, so warm and so beautiful! "

"But only for one day, and then it's all over!"

"it's over!" Mayfly said, "What's finished! Are you finished? " "No, I may live you for thousands of days; My day is four seasons! It's been a long time, and you can't figure it out at all! "

"Yes, I don't understand you! You have thousands of days for me, but I have thousands of moments to make me happy! When people die, does everything in the world stop? "

"No," said the tree, "it will last for a long time, and it will last forever, longer than I thought!"

"But it's all the same to us, but our calculation methods are different!"

Mayflies are flying in the air. They like their delicate wings, their tulle and fine wool very much, and they are very happy in the warm sky. The air is filled with intoxicating smells, coming from fields full of clover, wild roses on fences, elderberry trees and honeysuckle, not to mention clover, primrose and wrinkled mint; The aroma was so strong that the Mayfly thought he was a little drunk. The day was long and beautiful, full of joy and sweetness. When the sun goes down, Mayflies always feel comfortable and tired, intoxicated with all this happiness. Wings can no longer hold; It glides very lightly on the soft and swaying straw, nodding and nodding until it can no longer be lit, sleeping happily and dying.

"Poor little Mayfly!" The oak tree said, "This life is really too short!" " "Every summer is the same dance and play, the same words, answers and sleep; Mayflies have been repeating this scene for generations. Are all the same happiness and happiness. Oak always wakes up in spring, summer and autumn, and then it's time to go to bed soon; At night, winter comes. The storm is already singing: "Good evening, good evening! Drop a leaf! Drop a leaf! We're gonna take it off! We're gonna take it off and let you sleep! We sing you to sleep, and we rock you to sleep, but it's good for the old branches, isn't it! So they parted happily! Sleep soundly, sleep soundly! This is your 365th night, but to be honest, you are a one-year-old baby! Sleep soundly! Clouds scatter snowflakes, and snowflakes pile up into a big layer, which is the warm mattress under your feet! Sleep soundly and have a good dream! "

Oak trees have been stripped of their leaves to spend the long winter safely, and they have more dreams in winter, just like people's dreams.