In our hometown, regardless of family circumstances, every household will plant a few trees in front of and behind the house, such as neem, poplar, toon and so on. In the words of my father, when there is a tree, there is a place to rest. It is hot in summer, and people, chickens and ducks can rest under the shade of the trees. He also said that if we are gone one day, at least we can leave a memory for future generations. As my father said, from the moment a tree is planted, it treats the village as the place where it will love and stick to it all its life. On the one hand, it keeps going upward, pulling branches and blooming leaves; on the other hand, it keeps taking root and firmly grasps the ground under its feet. The dog does not dislike the poverty of the family, but the tree does not dislike it. It can be said that no words can express and describe its love for the village, especially an elderly tree. It can be called the witness of the village and the real The owner, its feelings for the village are just like those old people who are full of feelings and stubbornness towards the village. The trees in the village are also the best illustration of the changing seasons. If one glimpses the dense leaves on the tree, one can't help but think of the winter that just passed, as if the freezing conditions are still fresh in their minds. If the leaves on the tree gradually turn yellow and sparse with time, people will sigh and say that the days go by so fast, without paying much attention, a year passes by suddenly, but then they think of a vigorous spring that has already stepped onto a horse Benz up. Thinking that the year starts all over again, the men who have spent the winter at home begin to plan their plans for the coming year...