This is a story about a boy and a tree.
One day, a boy came to sigh under a tree.
The tree asked in a warm-hearted voice, "My kid, what makes you so sad?"
The boy answered, "I am lonely. I have no friend."
"Come on, boy! I am your friend if you like. Let's play games together."
The boy was laughing. The tree laughed.
Another day, the boy was sad, again.
The tree asked, "My friend, why are you so upset?"
"My neighbours have toys but I don't. I feel sad."
"That's not a problem. You see, I have born lots of apples. You can pick the apples from me to sell out. Then, you have money to buy a toy." The tree said.
The boy became happy, and did that as the tree's words.
From then on, the boy didn't come to see the tree. The tree was alone.
A day after a day, the boy was coming again.
The tree was pleased to say,"Come on, boy. Play games with me."
The boy was unhappy to say,"I am not a boy. I am a adult. I should have married, but I have no house."
The tree said selflessly, "No matter. You can cut down my branches to build a house."
The boy did so, and disappeared again.
The tree was left as a root, and yearned for the coming of the boy.
Serveral years passed, the boy came.
The tree was very excited, said helpless,"My dear, I don't have anything to give you."
"It don't mind. I am old. Everything was gone. I just find a place to stay right now."
The tree said, "OK, You can sit on me. The root of a tree is a bench to relax."
The old man smiled from the heart, and leaned on the tree.
The tree was happy again for that the previous boy have returned.
They were happy together like ever before.
Here, the story comes to the end.
In a sense, the boy stands for us and the tree is insteaded of our parents.Is that right?