An Apple Tree Story

There was a huge apple tree. A little boy loved to come and playaround it everyday. He climbed to the tree top, ate the apples, took a nap under the shadow...
He loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him. Time went by, the little boy had grown up and he no longer played around the tree everyday

One day, the boy came back to the tree and he looked sad. "Come and play with me," the tree asked the boy. "I'm no longer a kid, I don't play around trees anymore," the boy replied. "I want toys. I need money to buy them,"

"Sorry, I don't have money, but you can pick all my apples and sell them. So, you will have money to buy it."

The boy so excited. He grabbed all the apples on the tree and left happily. The boy never came back after he picked the apples. The tree was sad.

One day, the boy returned and the tree was so excited. "Come and play with me," the tree said.

"I don't have atime to play. I have to work for my own family. We need house for shelter. Can you help me?"

"Sorry, I don't have a house. But You can chop off my branches to build your own house."
So the boy cut all the branches of the tree and left happily. The tree was glad to see him happy but the boy never came back since then. The tree was again lonely and sad...

One hot summer, the boy returend and the tree was delighted.

"Come and play with me!" the tree said.
"I'm sad and getting old. Iwant to go sailing to relax myself. Can you give me a boat?"

"Use my truck to build your boat. You can sail far away and be happy."
So the boat cut the truck to make a boat. He went sailing and never showned up for along time.

Finally, the boy returned after he left so many years.

"Sorry, my boy. But I don't have anything for you anymore. No more apples for you..." the tree said.

"I don't have teeth to bite,"

"No more truck for you to climb on,"

"i'm to old for that now."

" I really can't give you anything, the only thing i have is my dying roots" the tree said with tears.

"I don't much much now, just a place to rest. I'm tired after all these years." the boy replied.

"Good! Old tree root is the best place to lean on and rest. Come, come sit down with me and rest."

The boy sat down and the tree was glad and smiled with tears....

This is a story of everyone. The tree is our parent. When we were young, we loved to play with Mom and Dad...

When we grown up, we left them, only came to them when we are in trouble.

No matter, parents will always be there and give everything they could to make you happy.

You may thing the boy is cruel to the tree but that's how all of us are treating our parent.

Think it rightly...