Which is the personification sentence in the short article about Apple?

No matter how desolate it is, I still have a tree. ——Inscription

I don’t know what I saw, but suddenly I remembered a familiar stranger.

The sky was dark, the wind was cold, a few stars were shining lonely, and there was no moon. I came home late. I was walking on a night road. The street lights flickered on and off. Several ancient trees beside the road twisted and creaked...in the endless distance and endless darkness. , I saw a vague figure running forward in a hurry, looking back from time to time, with beads of sweat on his face, a kind of fear in his eyes, and breathing heavily...

I still can’t forget him. When I inquired about it, I discovered that he actually went to the same school as me and was the same age as me. I was very curious about him, thought he must be special, and wanted to make friends with him. One day after school, I met him again.

On the way there, he was still talking, laughing and playing around with his classmates, forgetting time and space, just immersed in the fun time. As the afterglow of the setting sun slowly sets, the earth gradually falls asleep, and the sky quietly turns from blue to black. He reluctantly said goodbye to his classmates, his playful expression slowly dimmed, and he stood quietly at a crossroads, waving his hands constantly, shouting "Goodbye! Goodbye! See you tomorrow!" over and over again. He turned around and walked away quietly with his head lowered... walking towards the endless distance, into the endless darkness...

The wind is getting stronger and it's getting colder; It's getting dark and darker; there are fewer people and it's quieter. His whole body was trembling, and he did not dare to raise his head, as if he were afraid of something. He held his hands, shrank his body, and his steps were heavy, as if he had discovered something he was afraid of. He walked quickly, suddenly turned around, and shouted: " Who!? Come out! Come out quickly! Stop pretending!" Looking around, there was no one.

Dark clouds covered half of the dim moon, and a few stars twinkled confusedly. The mouth of the sky is opening wider and wider, capable of swallowing almost all living things on the earth; it is revealing its sharp and terrifying fangs covered with blood, biting, destroying, and devouring tall buildings and houses layer by layer. Ancient trees were approaching him fiercely... In an instant, he disappeared into the darkness and turned to a strange place, leaving only infinite fear and loneliness. I stood there quietly, as if nothing had happened, just for a few seconds... Where is he? Who is he? Why is he like this?

Finally one day, I asked When we got to know him, we found out that he was actually lonely, had low self-esteem, and had no sense of security in his life. Finally, we found him, had a real heart-to-heart talk with him, and told him that he had family and friends in his life. Finally, he gradually changed. I have to be brave, because I understand that there is love and warmth around him, life is sentimental and wonderful, and the things that scare me are just my imagination!

No matter how dark it is, there is still light. No matter how heavy the rain is, it will stop sometimes. No matter how strong the wind is, it still has its moments. There is nothing worth fearing. The source of fear is a depressed, disappointed, empty, boring and lonely heart.

I met him, got to know him, and helped him. Watching him gradually gain happiness, I felt very happy, and I also understood that I should cherish my current happiness, cherish what I have now, and cherish the attention and love from different people. Strong winds and waves, and numerous setbacks are indeed something that each of us has to overcome, but the real suffering cannot be experienced directly from the outside. The pain and frustration in the heart are the real difficulties, just like his fear.

If a heart is upward, positive, brave, confident, and full of love. How could all the strong winds and waves block his progress? How could all the thorns block his upward path? How could all the fear and erosion lock up his beautiful ideals? How could all the loneliness in his heart withstand the love he received from everyone? Love!

It’s another day, I don’t know which road, a stranger is humming a tune, walking slowly, the sun is shining, he is enjoying the warmth, enjoying the sunshine... At the same time , several small trees are slowly growing vigorously...