A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little boy loved to
come and play around 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 am no
longer a kid, I don't
play around trees anymore." The boy replied, "I want toys. I need
money to buy them." "Sorry, but I don't have money... but you can pick
all my apples and sell them. So, you will have money." The boy was 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 time to play. I have to work for
my family. We need a
house for shelter. Can you help me?" "Sorry, but I don't have a house.
But you can chop off my branches to build your 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 day, the boy returned
and the tree was delighted. Come and play with me!" the tree said. "I
am sad and getting old. I want to go sailing to relax myself. Can you
give me a
boat?" "Use my trunk to build your boat. You can sail far away and be
happy." So the boy cut the tree trunk to make a boat. He went sailing
and never showed up for a long time.
Finally, the boy returned after he left for 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" the boy replied.
"No more trunk for you to climb on". "I am too old for that now" the boy
said. "I really can't give you anything ... the only thing left is my
dying roots" the tree said with tears. "I don't need much now, just a
place to rest. I am tired after all these years." The boy replied.
"Good! Old tree roots is the best place to lean on and rest. 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 grow up, we left
them... only came to them when we need something or when we are in
trouble. No matter what,
parents will always be there and give everything they could to make you
happy. You may think the boy is cruel to the tree but that's how all of
us are treating our parents. Please enlighten all you friends by
forwarding this mail to them. And
........LOVE YOUR PARENTS!!!!
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أختي الفاضلة memo ..
حبيت اتفاعل مع موضوعك بنفس الأسلوب..واتمنى منكِ ترجمة موضوعك..
جزاك الله خير وكثر من امثالك..
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أختي الفاضلة memo ..
حبيت اتفاعل مع موضوعك بنفس الأسلوب..واتمنى منكِ ترجمة موضوعك..
جزاك الله خير وكثر من امثالك..
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