天空中的飞鸟是自由的象征,但飞鸟的停留之处——树,却与其相反。在许多人的眼中,树从未拥有过自由。它们自发芽的那一刻起,根便牢牢地扎在了那片土地上。它们不能动,只能在这个地方,永远默默地看着同样的风景。它们无法选择自己生长在哪块土地,土地是贫瘠还是肥沃。它们无法逃脱,在人类用锯子砍伐它们时,它们只能面对。但即使这样,在我眼中,树依然拥有着自己的自由。它们可以选择努力生长,也正是因为如此,再险峻、再 The birds in the sky are symbols of freedom, but the bird’s stop - the tree, is the opposite. In many people’s eyes, the tree has never had the freedom. From the very moment they germinated, the root plunges firmly into the land. They can not move, only in this place, always silently looking at the same landscape. They can not choose which land they are growing in and whether the land is barren or fertile. They can not escape, they can only face when humans cut them with a saw. But even so, in my eyes, the tree still has its own freedom. They can choose to work hard to grow, but also precisely because of this, then dangerous, and then