The novel "His nickname is Tree Tree" (I)

Alexander Lakdek (Switzerland), author of the oil painting Oak in the Wind.

chapter one

Cao Cao became a tree.

In fact, at first, the nickname of this tree was Cao Cao. According to the tradition in China, the lower the nickname, the easier it is for children to live. So dog eggs and dog leftovers have become nicknames for many children. Shushu's mother, Ye Shu, certainly wants her son to grow up smoothly, but she doesn't want her son to be integrated with animals. So I chose the meanest plant-grass. Then call it Cao Cao. Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller again in the spring breeze! Ye Zi was quite proud when he gave his son a nickname.

But one day, Ye happened to see a speech by Yu, the founder of New Oriental, on TV. Each of us has two lifestyles. The first is to live like grass. Although you are alive and growing every year, you are still a grass. You absorb the rain and dew, but you don't grow. People can step on you, but people won't suffer because of your pain. People won't feel sorry for you because you were trampled, because people can't see you at all. Therefore, each of us should grow up like a tree. Even if we are nothing now, as long as you have the seeds of trees, even if you are trampled on the soil, you can still absorb the nutrients of the soil and grow up. When you grow into a towering tree, people can see you in distant places and get close to you. ...

When the leaves heard this, they couldn't listen any longer. I immediately decided to change my son's nickname to Tree Tree.

Let's not call him Cao Cao in the future. His nickname is Shu Shu. Ye immediately announced carefully to the two big men in the family.

The tree glanced at the excited leaves lazily and said slowly, a nickname, are you so serious?

Resolutely as for! The leaves shouted. I don't want people to step on you and not see you. It doesn't matter if you don't attend. Hum! Anyway, from today on, I won't call you Cao Cao, I will call you Shu Shu! Tree, tree, tree, tree! I want to tell everyone that your nickname is Shu Shu!

Shu Shu still glanced at the leaves lazily, then turned his eyes to the mobile phone screen and continued to play his mobile phone games. Agreed.

My husband Yao Lun said flatly, anyway, I like to call him by his first name, Tian Yao. Nicknames, whatever you want. This is a secondment.

In this way, the grass became a tree.

In fact, I always miss the trees among the leaves. Not because her surname is Ye, but because she has some well-known relationship with trees. Leaves' concern for trees should come from a poem, a song and a painting.

Poetry is Shu Ting's most popular poem "To the Oak Tree" when she was young. She once recited this poem affectionately at the grass-roots party of the unit, clinging to the ground/leaves, touching in the clouds/every gust of wind blowing/we all greeted each other ... At that time, every young man had a dream about poets. Shu Ting should be the idol of all young people. Only then, the word idol was not commonly used.

Song was also the "friendship between green leaves and roots" widely sung in that era. But in those days, Ye Zi didn't know the background of this song. She just likes the melody of this song and always likes to sing loudly in the bath hall. At that time, everyone took a bath in the big bathhouse and liked to sing while taking a bath, because the acoustics of the bathhouse were good. Later, Ye learned from Baidu that this song was written by poet Wang Jian for pianist Yin Chengzong. When Yin Chengzong went abroad, Wang Jian saw him off at the airport. She was moved by her friend's helplessness before leaving and her deep attachment to the motherland. She wrote the lyrics in one breath, and then immediately found an old friend and partner Gu Jianfen to compose music. Yin Chengzong is no stranger to Ye Zi's generation. Therefore, this song is associated with some bridges in memory and has a lingering feeling. The leaves can't help humming this song. When humming, they think of trees, leaves and roots.

This is a painting. It's called the oak tree in the wind. Ye Zi saw this painting in the middle edition of a certain issue of China Youth when she was young. I don't know that magazine. In that year, it was meaningful to use Swiss oil painting as the middle page of the magazine. Anyway, at that time, China Youth magazine always liked to have a big discussion about life, which aroused a frenzy among young people who always wanted to know like leaves. This picture "Oak in the Wind" surprised the leaves. The oak tree in the picture stands in the strong wind, while everything around it climbs down or falls down.

However, poems, songs and paintings are all appearances of leaves. Young leaves love them, love them very much. What really touched her in the end was the truth that the tree revealed to her in the long years-all flowers will wither, but the tree will not. The older you get, the deeper the leaves admire the immortal tree. How nice it would be to be a tree, leaves often think so.

It's okay now. Leaves have trees. Although this is just a nickname for my son, it has found support for the leaves to miss the trees floating in the air. So that in the end, the leaves are not clear. She kept looking at her son and emphasized to others that his nickname was Shu Shu! Is it because you love trees or because you love your son? In fact, Ye didn't want to separate his love for the tree from his love for his son. She thought, maybe she would just muddle along, and maybe one day, her son would become a tree. It doesn't matter whether you are towering or not, as long as you are not trampled like grass.

The leaves turned to look at the tree playing mobile games in the sun. Sunlight lingers around the trees in the fluttering of leaves, making the thoughts of leaves go back to 26 years ago in the flow of light. Trees came into this world at noon on a sunny early summer day. Ye Ye still remembers that moment, when the sun leaked in through the branches and leaves outside the ward window and folded into chaotic geometric figures. In order not to keep Ye Ye awake all night, the nurse guarding her bedside accompanied her to ramble, so she had to stare at these geometric figures helplessly. A rescue team is waiting outside the door. Once the trees lie in the womb of the leaves again, they will rush in.

Hum, thinking of this, Ye Ye laughed: The tree fell in love with sleeping in the womb of Ye Ye, and it seems that it didn't care much about the world from the beginning. ...

(To be continued)

Note: The story is fictional, so don't sit in the right place. If there are similarities, it is purely coincidental!