0 The story of the apple tree

 

One time, there lived a big apple treeand boys whohappy playing under the apple tree everydays. He was happy to climbup to the treetops, eating fruit, lyingin the leafy shadeleaves. The boy loved the treeapple. Likewiseapple tree, a very loving little boy.Time flies. The boy has nowgrow up and no longerplaying with the apple tree every day.One day he cameapple tree. His face looked sad.Come over here, and play with me, beggedapple tree.I'm not a little kid playing withtree again, he answeredman, I'd love to have toys, but Ino money forbuy it.The tree replied, Sorry, but I did nothave the money .. but you mayapelku take all the fruit and sell it. You canget money forbuy toys.The boy was very happy. He grabbedall the apples ontree and left happily. But afterit, the boy did notnever come again. The tree was sad again.One day the boy returned again. Treeapples are very pleased to seecome.Come play with me again, said the apple tree.I do not have the time, the boy replied, Imust work tofamily. Now need a house to a placelive. Will youhelp me?Sorry, but I did not have a home. But you cancut down all branchestwigs to build your house, the tree said.Then the boy cut all the branches andapple tree branchand left happily. The tree was also felthappy to see the boywas happy. But the boy never came backagain. The tree waslonely and sad. One hot summer day, childrenman came again. Treeapple feel delighted.Come and play with me, the tree said.I'm sad, said the boy. I'm getting oldand want to live in peace.I want to go on vacation and sailing. Will yougive me a ship tocruise?Sorry, but I do not have a boat. But you can my body and cut stemsuse it to create a ship that you want.Go sailing andhave fun.Then the boy cut the tree trunkthe apple and make the shipwhich in idamkannya. He went sailing and did not plainlyonce again came to seeapple tree. Finally, the boy returned againafter yearslater.Sorry son, I've never had appleagain for you.That's fine. I also have no teeth toapelmu fruit bite.I also do not have a trunk and branches that canyou rock.Now I'm too old for that.I really do not have nothing else canI give you.The only remaining roots of old-akarku andThis dying, word treeapples with tears.I do not need anything else now. Ionly takes placerest. I was so tired after all this timeleave.Ooh, very nice. Do you know, the roots of treesParents are the best placefor to lie down and rest. Come, let uslying in the armsroot-akarku and rest in peace.The boy lay in the arms of the rootstree. Apple treevery happy and smiling with tears in hiseyes.This is the story of us all. Apple treeare our parents.When we were young, we are happy to play with dadour mothers. When weGrowing up, we left them, and onlycome when we needsomething or when we are in trouble. No matteranything, our parentswill always be there to provide what could bethey givemake us happy. You guys are probably thinking howthe boy hadacted very rude to the apple tree. Butthat's how wetreating our parents.