That's really an old tree, old enough tree. It said that the age of the tree is older than my grandmother. I guess no one could live longer than that tree. My grandmother told me that in her memories the tree is there when she was born. This ground wasn't a school at that time. The tree stood on the ground alone.
The old tree reminded me of my childhood. I used to climb the tree., steal the birds' eggs, catch the cicadas, whisper and enjoy the cool under the tree with my friends. That was our younger days.
The leaves of the old tree are still green and the trunk is still strong, but why I observed the tree seems like an elderly went through the vicissitudes. Is that she witness the growth of too many people?
Suddenly the words came to my mind, "if there is an afterlife, I would like to be a tree. Standing on the ground forever without feelings and sorrows. A part of me sleep peacefully in the dust, a part of me fly in the beautiful scenery, a part of me scatter in the shade, a part of me bask in the sunshine. I' ll be very quiet. I' ll be very proud. I never depend on someone. I never search for something." I don't remember where are the words from, but I really like it.