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Chapter 67 Rose Tree Roots
[Chile] Mistral

There is a bright spring everywhere, and where the roots of the trees go down, a rose makes the land extraordinarily beautiful.

The underground is the same as the ground, there is life, and there is a group of creatures who know how to love and hate.

There were black worms, roots like black ropes, trickles of groundwater like quivering flax fibers.

One day, Xiliu met the rose tree root and said: "Neighbor, tree root, I have never met someone as ugly as you. Anyone who sees you will say that it must be a monkey mischievously putting his I stuck my long tail in the ground, left it alone, and walked away alone. It seems that you wanted to imitate an earthworm, but you didn't learn its graceful and round movements. You only learned to drink my blue juice. As soon as I met you, you drank it Half off, ugly, tell me, what are you doing?"

The root of the tree said humbly: "Yes, brother Xiliu, in your eyes, of course I have no appearance. I have been with the soil for a long time, which made me covered in gray and brown; overwork made me deformed, just like a deformed worker." The arm is the same. I am also a worker, I work for the extension of my body that sees the sun. I suck the juice from you, and it is delivered to her. She is fresh and beautiful. After you leave, I will go to the distance to find and maintain The sap of life. One day, bro, you will go where the sun shines, and then you will go and see how beautiful the part of me is in the sun."

Xiliu didn't believe it, but out of caution, he didn't make a sound, thinking to himself, just wait and see.

When his trembling body grew and came into the light, the first thing he did was to find the extension that the root said.

God!What did he see.

There is a bright spring everywhere, and where the roots of the trees go down, a rose makes the land extraordinarily beautiful.The heavy blossoms hang from the branches, filling the air with a sweet fragrance and a mysterious charm.

Canals of water flowed contemplatively through the blooming meadows: "My God! I can't imagine how beautiful the roots of the ugly trees can be..."

Heart mark notes
The rose is beautiful and fragrant, but its beauty has to rely on the ugly root - the root of the rose tree is buried deep in the soil, ugly and old, but it is hard-working and hard-working, just to fulfill that dream. beautiful life.There is a kind of beauty, which never refers to the appearance, but the peaceful and indifferent, kind and generous, firm and open-minded, neither humble nor overbearing, willing to give and silently dedicated mentality and spirit engraved in the depths of the soul.

From this beautiful prose chanting things, maybe we can find a suitable attitude towards life.

(End of this chapter)