DEBORAH ENIVERT

Goodness is the source of happiness

(1) There is a short yellow tree in the yard, which is the kind of tree that grows dark in a strange environment, surrounded by wormbite holes, and can not bear to read, the branches are brittle and thin, the leaves are not fat, the lack of medicine, the lack of love and less warmth, like a malnourished child. I was thinking of simply sawing it off, but for various reasons, my emotional problems, the position moved, and let it live a year longer, but the next year, I do not know when, actually moved a group of bees, young insects climb, woodpeckers may like its yellow muscle thin, keep greedily showing their talent, until one day when I think of working on the tree, but unexpectedly found that, It actually grew a lot taller, anonymous birds, chirping in groups, the whole tree to make a lively color, lively.