Stop reading under an old oak tree in rainy days.

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; The night is deep and winter is coming. 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 a 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.

It is really young, yes, the shell of the seed used to be its cradle; According to human methods, it now lives in the fourth century; It is the largest and noblest tree in this forest, and its crown stretches high in all directions, surpassing other trees. It can be seen from far away at sea and has become a symbol of ship navigation. It never thought how many pairs of eyes were looking for it. Turtledove nests high in its green crown, and cuckoos coo and sing on it; In autumn, when the leaves look like thin brass plates, migratory birds fly to it to rest and then fly over the sea; Every bent and scarred branch sticks out; Crows and western Western jackdaw take turns flying on the branches to rest, talking about the difficulties in finding food in the coming severe winter and winter.

On the holy Christmas day, the oak tree had the best dream; I need you to hear this.

The oak tree clearly feels that this is a festive moment. As if I heard the bells ringing around the church, it was as soft and warm as in a beautiful summer. It stretches a dense canopy, fresh, clean and green, the sun plays among the branches and leaves, and the air is filled with the fragrance of flowers and shrubs; Colorful butterflies are playing the game of "being caught", and ephemera are dancing, as if everything just exists for their dancing for fun. Everything that the oak tree has experienced and seen over the years passes by it one by one, just like a whole celebration team singing and dancing. It saw ancient knights and ladies riding through the Woods with feathers in their hats and in their hands; Hunting horns sounded and hounds ran around; It saw hostile soldiers holding shiny weapons, wearing colorful clothes and putting up tents; The fire of the duty man is burning brightly, and people are singing and sleeping under the oak branches; It saw lovers tryst here in the moonlight, enjoying quiet happiness, and carved their first letters on the gray-green bark. In the past, yes, many years ago. Passengers passing by here, those cheerful teenagers, are used to hanging lyre and wind-singing harp on the branches of oak trees. Now it's dead again. It's beautiful. The turtledove cooed as if to pour out the feelings of the oak tree; The cuckoo is also crowing, saying how many summers it can live.

At this time, it seems that there is a fountain of life, which flows from the smallest root below it to the branches extending at the highest point and flows into every leaf; The oak tree felt the spring water stretching it. Yes, it also feels that the earth is full of vitality and warmth when it has roots. It feels that energy is growing and recovering, and the longer it is, the higher it is; The trunk is straight and never stops. It keeps growing, the longer it grows, the denser the crown, the more open it is, and the higher it is. With the growth of the tree, it is cheerful, and its desire to reach higher and reach the bright and warm sun is also growing.

It grows high through the clouds, with black migratory birds and white swan communities under it.

Every leaf of an oak tree can be seen, just as leaves can be seen with eyes; Stars can also be seen during the day, big and bright; Every star blinks like an eye, gentle and bright; They remind the old oak tree of those familiar and lovely eyes, the eyes of children, the eyes of lovers who meet under the tree.

This is a wonderful moment, extremely happy! However, in all this happiness, it felt a kind of longing and hope, longing for all the trees, shrubs and flowers under the forest to grow up with it, feel it together and experience this glory and happiness together. All these flowers and trees, large and small, can't grow up with them, and that magnificent oak tree is not completely happy in this happiest dream. This feeling is surging in its branches and leaves, very sincere and strong, just like in a person's chest.

The branches of the oak tree are swaying, as if looking for something but can't find it. It looked back, so it felt the scent of clover, and soon it had a stronger scent of honeysuckle and violet. It thinks it can hear the cuckoo's answer. Yes, it looked out through the clouds from the green roof of the forest and saw other trees growing under it, standing like it; Shrubs and straw stand tall; Some even broke away from the roots and flew quickly. Birch trees grow fastest, like a white lightning, with slender trunks stretching upward and branches undulating like soft gauze and flags; All the plants in the forest, even the reeds with brown fluff, grow with it, and the birds sing with it. Grasshoppers rest on slender green straw floating in the air and rub their wings with their shin joints; Scarabs are whispering, bees are humming, and every bird is singing with its own small mouth. All this has spread to the sky.

"But that little red flower by the water should also take part!" Oak said; "There are blue bells and Huang Ju in spring!" Yes, Oak wants them all to participate. "Here we come! Here we come! " There are songs and noises. "But last summer's clover-the year before last, there was a big blue flower! And wild apples, how beautiful! -and how many years, how many years, that a bustling scene in the woods! If this bustling scene is still there today, it is also possible to participate! " "We participated, we participated!" Singing and noise came from higher and higher places, as if it were flying ahead.

"Really, that's great, that's incredible!" The old oak tree cried happily. "They all came, small big! Don't ignore any of them! How is this happiness possible, how can you imagine! "

"In God's heaven, this is possible and imaginable!" The noise said so.

The oak tree, which has been growing upward, feels that its roots have grown out of the soil in Marie Laure Gigon.

"Now is the best!" The oak tree said, "Nothing can bind me now! I can fly to the top, to glory, to glory! Everything I love, big or small, is by my side! "

"It's all up to you!"

This is the dream of the oak tree. When it was dreaming, a violent storm blew to this sacred Christmas Eve, sweeping the sea and land. The rough waves rushed to the beach and the oak tree cracked. When it dreamed that its roots came out of Marie Laure Gigon, it was uprooted. It has fallen, and its 365 years are now like a day of flies.

On Christmas morning, when the sun rises, the storm has stopped; All the church bells are ringing happily, and every chimney, even the small chimney on the poor peasant's roof, has raised smoke, just like the blue smoke and grateful cigarettes that the fortune teller raised from the altar during the feast. The sea gradually calmed down and became more and more calm. In the distance, on a big ship that has withstood the storm that night, all the flags are raised, which is the joy and beauty of Christmas.

"The tree is gone! That old oak tree, the landmark of our land! " Said the sailors. "It fell on a stormy night; Who can replace it! No one can! " The oak tree stretched out on the beach got such a eulogy when it was buried, which was simple and meaningful! In the distance came hymns, joyful Christmas songs, Christ's songs of saving mankind and eternal life:

Let the songs soar, faithful followers of God!

Hallelujah, of course we're full,

That kind of happiness is unparalleled!

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

The old hymn is dancing, and all the people on board are in this song in their own way, and they get the kind of relief that the old oak tree experienced in "The Last Good Dream on Silent Night in Prayer".

(1) refers to Guker, oak is sacred in the eyes of the Celts.

Hans christian andersen quoted a Christmas carol from the poet Branson.