1. 500-word continuation of "The Shepherd Who Planted Trees"
I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement in my heart.
From the 16th to the 18th of the eighth lunar month, when the tide rises far away from the Zhejiang estuary,
there are always crowds of people on both sides of the strait, all vying to see this The grandeur of the world. The tide in the distance is like a long horizontal silver-white line.
The tide is gradually approaching, rushing over the sky and covering the earth with a surging force, like a city wall piled with silver, and like a
white jade belt tied to Zhejiang. The waves that swallowed up the sky connected the sea and the blue sky.
The sound of drums coming from all directions echoed the sound of the tide as loud as thunder, pushing the waves towards the * **.
The athletes riding the tide stood on the turbulent waves, looking down at the treacherous tide, holding the red flag
to challenge the fierce waves. When the tide approached, the swimmers roared loudly and scrambled against the current to meet the surging rapids.
The huge waves 10,000 feet high suddenly swallowed them up, leaving only the red flag still on the water. The figures of the athletes flickered in and out of the whale waves, just like
brave sharks fighting against the rapids, tumbling and changing from time to time in various postures. The huge waves roared and tried to swallow them
, but the athletes were not troubled by it. They still held the red flag high and swam in the waves, but the red flag did not splash on it\ 2. The Shepherd Who Planted Trees How to imitate a 600-word essay
"The Shepherd Who Planted Trees" tells the story of the different endings brought about by the differences in the roles of "people" in the ecological chain. The protagonist travels through the Provence Plateau in the Alps in southern France, passing by a dilapidated and abandoned village. The springs in the village have dried up, the houses have collapsed, and there is no one left. After another long journey, he crossed dozens of miles of dark, sand-filled highlands and met a shepherd on the lifeless and inaccessible plateau. From the mouth of the shepherd Bouffier, we learn that the village the protagonist saw was prosperous before, and the villagers made a living by burning charcoal and cutting firewood. Being able to make a living by cutting down trees and burning charcoal, you can imagine that this land was once covered with trees and was an ideal home for people. However, blindly asking for resources from nature, only knowing how to cut down but not planting, after the limited resources are exhausted, people's lives are facing difficulties. In order to make a living, villagers robbed the few remaining trees. Desires, quarrels, diseases and madness were rampant along with the depletion of resources. When people could no longer find anything useful on this land, they chose to leave, leaving a barren land behind.
This is the narration of the story in the early part of the film. Through the dimness of the picture, the roar of the wind and the difficulty of the protagonist walking, we know that this is indeed a land that has been reduced to ruins. Villages are in decay, houses have collapsed, and sand and gravel have blown away. The once beautiful home has become a wasteland. This is a bitter fruit planted by the villagers themselves. When nature can no longer bear the demands of humans, she can only bare the scars of human abuse. Environmental pioneer Rachel? Carson said: "Man has gone too far in the artificial world of his own invention. He has built cities out of reinforced concrete, isolating himself from the reality of the earth, the reality of the water, the reality of the sprouting seed." Provence After being fettered by interests, people in the highlands run counter to the laws of nature. When nature showed that it was unbearable, everyone chose to abandon it. This reflects the villagers' lack of reflection on the sustainable development of the relationship between man and nature, and their inability to face the fundamental reasons for losing their homes.
There is obvious use of contrast in the film. The shepherds "I" met witnessed the changes in the village, and silently chose to plant trees to gradually change the environment of the area. In addition to herding sheep, Mr. Bouffier planted 100,000 oak trees in the first three years. Five years after the First World War, "I" went to visit the old man again. The trees he had planted before had flourished like a forest, and the dry river bed had regained its vitality and was surrounded by running water. When World War II broke out, the forest cultivated by the old man was in danger of being logged. However, it was finally saved from this disaster because it was located in a deep mountain and transportation was inconvenient. It can be seen that the forest at this time has reached a considerable scale.
The old man planted trees year after year for nearly 40 years. Finally, he single-handedly turned the abandoned plateau into an oasis, and a benign ecology was formed. The villagers who had fled have returned here to rebuild their homes, and the former village has regained its vitality.
The behavior of old man Bouffier is a thought-provoking revelation to people in adversity. There are several transitions before and after the story: from taking to giving, from abandoning to protecting, from destroying to rebuilding. Among these changes, the most important is the change in human roles. The anthropocentrism in ecological aesthetics is fully reflected in the villagers who cut wood and burn charcoal. Everyone is self-centered and believes that human beings are the masters of all things and live above nature. They can do whatever they want to other species in the ecological chain. Torture and stripping. Obviously, this arbitrary slaughter soon brought an ecological crisis to this highland. The behavior of the shepherds implies the retreat of anthropocentrism. In order to rebuild their homeland, humans must think about their relationship with nature, and change from conquering and dominating nature to respecting and complying with nature. Put humans and nature into an organically unified whole. Animals, plants, and microorganisms are all legitimate parts of this whole. They all have their own value and meaning, and have the right to their own existence.
3. A 500-word follow-up essay on "The Shepherd Who Planted Trees"
The annual Arbor Day is approaching, and we have begun to protect woods and trees. Most people think that we should protect woods and trees only on Arbor Day. Trees, my point of view is just the opposite. We can't just protect woods and trees on Arbor Day, we should protect woods and trees all the time.
Hundreds of millions of years ago, the earth was owned by animals. At that time, plants were luxuriant, and everywhere was vibrant and full of green. However, after the emergence of humans with far higher IQs than other animals, the plants declined sharply as if by magic. That was because humans cut down trees in order to build houses. Yes. Some are due to commercial needs, and forests are cut down in large numbers to leave open space for building buildings. Because many people cut down woods and trees without authorization, nature is destroyed.
There are many disadvantages to cutting down trees. Everyone knows that trees can recycle carbon dioxide. If trees are cut down in large numbers, the number of trees will decrease sharply, and the carbon dioxide we exhale cannot be recycled. Dense trees can block sandstorms. In the past two years, Beijing suffered from sandstorms, and the entire city was shrouded in sand. It is also caused by the lack of protection of trees.
Everyone knows Liangwan City in Zhongyuan! In the past, it was dilapidated. The tiles of the bungalows had one hole in the east and one in the west. The door was made of a wooden board. The streets were filled with garbage and were dirty. Now apartments and buildings have been built in Liangwan City in Zhongyuan, and the river water is clear. Seeing the bottom, the willows by the river swayed gently with the breeze. This is people realizing the importance of respecting nature and protecting the environment.
However, I felt that this was not enough, so I made suggestions to the teacher , the teacher agreed, and later we carried saplings, shovels, and buckets, and happily arrived at our destination-the hillside of Feifeng Mountain. The teacher taught us how to plant trees, and divided us into more than a dozen groups. Me and Zhao Jun joined a group. After a while, everyone found a place to plant trees. Some dug holes, some watered, some cultivated soil, and some planted seedlings... We talked and laughed. Although we were sweating, it was still It adds a beautiful scene to the motherland!
Zhao Junjian volunteered: "I am a man, I will do the hard work." As he spoke, he had already picked up the shovel. Holding the front end with his left hand, he held the back end tightly with his left hand. He pushed on the ground with his back foot, leaned forward, and held the shovel. *** In the soil, I pried as hard as I could, and finally dug out a piece of soil. I watched him digging, not to be outdone. I picked up the bucket and came to the crystal clear stream, squatting down. I picked up a bucket of water and walked towards him. Because I usually lacked labor, I couldn't lift a bucket of water. The water in the bucket splashed on the corners of my trousers, but I was not discouraged and didn't care. I continued walking towards him. When I walked to him, he had already dug the hole, so I put down the bucket, lifted the sapling into the soil, and straightened it up. He used a shovel to cultivate the soil and stepped on it firmly. Finally, I lifted the bucket and walked toward him. Watering the saplings, I watered them while thinking: Little saplings, little saplings, you have to grow up quickly, add vitality to the earth, and add color to the motherland!
I hope everyone can protect the woods and trees, and add a touch of green to urban life! 4. The Shepherd Who Planted Trees was rewritten as Narrative 600
In just eight years, the entire highland had been completely transformed, exuding the light of health and prosperity.
If you want to know who is a truly outstanding person, you may have to spend several years observing: whether his actions are selfless; whether his motives are generous; and he must also leave a clear mark on the earth. . I am lucky enough to know a "tree-planting man" who fits the above mentioned criteria.
About forty years ago, I trekked to the Provence Plateau under the Alps. At that time, the plateau was a piece of loess, bare and without a single tree.
I walked for three days and came to the ruins of a dilapidated village. The houses in this village have long since lost their roofs to wind and rain.
A church with a collapsed spire shows that it was once inhabited, but now there is no sign of life. I was desperate to find drinking water as I had run out of water two days ago.
I originally thought there should be a well in the village, but when I found it, I found that it had dried up. In fact, I am quite familiar with this area.
There are four or five villages scattered sparsely on the highlands. Most of the residents moved away because they could not bear the dry climate. There are only a few charcoal-burning workers left, and life is very difficult. I continued walking forward, thinking: I'm afraid it's hopeless to find water.
Just when I climbed up a hillside, I suddenly saw a figure in the valley in the distance. I shouted to the person: "Can you give me some water?" It was a shepherd. There is also a group of sheep in front of the stone house. The shepherd silently drew me water from the well. The water was clear and delicious.
He rarely speaks, but you can feel that he is a confident and decisive person, because he built a stone house in this desolate highland. The house bears traces of his construction everywhere, as well as his blood and sweat in repairing the ruins after arriving in the Highlands.
The roof is very strong, and the wind blows through the tiles on the roof, making a sound like a tsunami rushing to the shore. Although life is not rich, the shepherd's appearance is neat.
His beard was clean shaven, and his clothes were sewn carefully, stitch by stitch, without any patches visible. The shepherd took me into the room and poured me a bowl of soup.
I handed over the tobacco bag and he said he didn’t smoke. After a while, he took out a small bag, poured out a pile of acorns, and then carefully picked them one by one.
I asked curiously: "What are you doing?" The shepherd replied: "I want to choose a hundred seeds and plant them tomorrow." The shepherd's name is Elzea Buffier, who is five years old this year. Fifteen years old.
He used to have a farm in the flatlands, but when his wife and only son died, he decided to move to the highlands. Elzea Bouffier has been sowing seeds in this barren land for three years, and has probably buried a hundred thousand seeds.
However, only 20,000 of them sprouted and grew into saplings; and of the 20,000 saplings, only half could survive the dry climate and the gnawing of wild rats. "Why do you have to work so hard to plant trees?" I asked.
He said that this piece of high ground was dying because there were no trees. Anyway, he doesn't have the pressure of a career, so he can just take on the task of saving the earth.
Early the next morning, I asked him to let me stay here for another night, and he said yes calmly. In fact, it was not necessary to stay another day. I was just driven by curiosity and wanted to know more about him.
He opened the sheepfold, let the sheep graze, and dipped the acorns carefully selected last night, together with the bag, into a bucket of water, and left the house carrying the bucket of water. I found that he was carrying an iron rod, about as thick as a thumb and one and a half meters long.
We first drove the sheep to the river valley to graze, and then climbed up the hillside together. After climbing to the ridge, the shepherd took an iron rod and dug a hole downwards, inserted an acorn, and covered it with soil.
He patiently planted acorns one by one. I asked curiously: "Does this hillside belong to you?" He shook his head: "No."
"Then do you know whose land this is?" "I don't know, maybe it's public land. ! But whether it is public land or private land, what does it have to do with me planting trees?" Then he said: If God gives him another thirty years, the number of trees he will plant will be amazing. In addition to oak trees, he also studied breeding beech trees.
There is a nursery near his house, which is protected by a wire fence to keep the sheep away. He also plans to plant birch trees in the valley.
In short, he hopes that through his own efforts, the bare highlands can be covered with trees. On the third day, we broke up.
The following year after that encounter, World War I broke out. Five years of military service made me forget about the "man who planted trees."
After the war, I once again set foot on the road leading to the bare plateau. The scene was roughly the same as before, except that at the end of the uninhabited village, there was a gray mist, which seemed to have covered the top of the mountain with a layer of felt.
I think of the man who planted the tree. During the five years of war, I saw many people fall on the battlefield. How can an old man in his fifties live? However, in fact, Elzea Bouffier is not only alive, but his body is even stronger than before.
He now only raises four sheep, but has one hundred more beehives. He no longer herds sheep because they would eat the saplings he planted.
At the same time, he also said that the war had no impact on him at all, and he had been planting trees without any distractions during this time. The oak tree planted in 1910 is now ten years old, taller than us, and looks magnificent.
I was speechless, and he was silent. We walked in his forest all day.
The forest is eleven kilometers long and three kilometers wide at its widest point. Don't forget, it was created from the hands and heart of this man, without the support of any outside technology.
And during the five years of the war, he carried out his plan thoroughly. Those beech trees have been as high as my shoulders and stretched as far as the eye can see. He then took me to see a birch bush that had been planted five years earlier, while I was fighting at the Battle of Verdun in northeastern France.
He planted all the birch saplings in the valley where he thought the surface was moist. The results confirmed that his guess was correct. The birch trees stood as graceful as girls and became a forest. Creation is like a chain effect.
Elzea Bouffier carried out the plan step by step with the simplest ideas, without any burden in his heart. But when we walked back to the village, a riverbed that had been dry for a long time was now flowing with gurgling water.
This is the most impressive scene in the chain effect. That dry river bed used to be a long, long time ago. 5. Rewrite "The Shepherd Who Planted Trees" into a narrative
In the sunny and colorful March, the earth is full of vitality and poetic. The colorful flowers exude an intoxicating atmosphere. The fragrance of flowers. Under the warm and soft spring light, the earth completely wakes up.
Meng Haoran is about to set off from the Yellow Crane Tower to Yangzhou. Li Bai, accompanying his friend Meng Haoran who is about to leave, feels extremely unhappy.
Li Bai and Meng Haoran strolled among the flowers and walked to the Yellow Crane Tower. The two stared at each other, their eyes filled with a feeling of farewell. Li Bai sighed, "Brother, you We are about to go to Yangzhou. I don’t know when Meng and I will meet again. I will give you a brush and wish you to write better poems." Meng Haoran took the brush and took out a painting from his chest. , the painting was of a strong and tall green pine. He said, "Junior brother, this painting of green pine is given to you. I hope our friendship will last forever." After saying that, they each collected the gifts and held them tightly in their hands.
Li Bai poured a glass of wine, handed it to his friend Meng Haoran and said, "Finally, I wish you a safe journey, senior brother." Meng Haoran took the wine and drank it in one gulp. Then, the two hugged each other tightly. In the boatman's chair Under the urging, Meng Haoran reluctantly got on the boat. The boat moved forward slowly. Li Bai waved his hand and loudly said to Meng Haoran on the boat, "Brother, please send me a message if you fall in Yangzhou." Meng Haoran also said to Li Bai, "I will." We'll see you soon if you write.
Watching his friend's sailboat gradually go away and disappear into the vast Yangtze River, and only see the turbulent river water rushing towards the horizon, Li Bai felt extremely sad. He couldn't help but blurt out: An old friend bids farewell to the west. Crane Tower, Yangzhou under the fireworks in March. The lone sail is far away in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen in the sky. 6. The abbreviation of "The Shepherd Who Planted Trees" in 600 words
The abbreviation of "The Shepherd Who Planted Trees" in 600 words
If you want to know who is a truly outstanding person, you may have to spend several years observing: whether his actions are selfless; whether his motives are generous; and he must leave a clear mark on the earth.
Forty years ago, I came to the Plateau of Provence. I shouted to the man in the valley in the distance: "Can you give me some water?" "It was a shepherd, and there was a group of sheep in front of the stone house. He silently drew water from the well to me.
You can tell that he is a confident and decisive person.
"Why do you have to work so hard to plant trees?" I asked. He said that this piece of high ground was dying because it had no trees. Anyway, he doesn't have the pressure of a career, so he can just take on the task of saving the earth.
After five years of war, I thought of him. He now only raises four sheep, and he no longer herds them because the sheep will eat up the saplings he plants.
We walked in his forest all day. The forest is eleven kilometers long and three kilometers wide at its widest point.
He carried out the plan step by step with the simplest ideas, without any burden in his heart. But when we walked back to the village, a riverbed that had been dry for a long time was now flowing with gurgling water. This is the most impressive scene in the chain effect.
Perhaps it is because of Bouffier's selfless soul, living in a healthy mountain forest, and living a simple life that God gave him such a strong body. With the speed at which he is planting trees, it is impossible to estimate how many acres of forest he can still plant!
This man taught us that we can turn a wasteland into fertile soil through his actions and his deep character. 7. The Shepherd Who Planted Trees was rewritten as a narrative
Whenever I recall the scene of watching the Qiantang River rise in tide,
I can’t help but feel as excited as the tide.
From the 16th to the 18th day of the eighth lunar month, when the tide rises far away from the Zhejiang estuary,
There are always huge crowds of people on both sides of the strait, all vying to see it. The majesty of this world. The tide in the distance is like a long horizontal silver-white line.
The tide is gradually approaching, rushing over the sky and covering the earth with a surging force, like a city wall piled with silver, and like a
white jade belt tied to Zhejiang. The waves that swallowed up the sky connected the sea and the blue sky.
The sound of drums coming from all directions echoed the sound of the tide as loud as thunder, pushing the waves to the climax.
The athletes riding the tide stood on the turbulent waves, looking down at the treacherous tide, holding the red flag
to challenge the fierce waves. When the tide approached, the swimmers roared loudly and scrambled against the current to meet the surging rapids.
The huge waves 10,000 feet high suddenly swallowed them up, leaving only the red flag still on the water. The figures of the athletes flickered in and out of the whale waves, just like
brave sharks fighting against the rapids, tumbling and changing from time to time in various postures. The huge waves roared and tried to swallow them
, but the athletes were not troubled and still held the red flag high and swam in the waves. The red flag did not splash at all
Water Drops
!
The thrilling performance was as dreamy as reality and eye-catching, and the hearts rose and fell with the ups and downs of the athletes.
"Boom, boom, boom!
!
"A blast of drums sounded, and the athletes shouted, and jumped onto the waves with the sound of the drums, Riding the wind and waves, just like walking on flat ground, people on both sides of the Taiwan Strait were shouting and cheering for the athletes.
Suddenly the drumming stopped suddenly, and the athletes disappeared into the huge waves like swimming fish. Suddenly, screams from both sides of the bank
undulated with each other. Suddenly, dozens of athletes soared into the sky from the water, and the sounds of admiration suddenly sounded from both sides of the bank. 8. I was moved by the shepherds who planted trees 650-word essay
In just eight years, the entire highland has been completely renewed, exuding the light of health and prosperity.
If you want to know who is a truly outstanding person, you may have to spend several years observing: whether his actions are selfless; whether his motives are generous; and he must also leave a clear mark on the earth. .
I am lucky enough to know a "tree-planting man" who just meets the above conditions.
About forty years ago, I trekked to the Provence Plateau under the Alps. At that time, the plateau was a piece of loess, bare and without a single tree.
I walked for three days and came to the ruins of a dilapidated village. The houses in this village have long since lost their roofs to wind and rain. A church with a collapsed spire shows that people were once inhabited here, but now there is no sign of life.
It was urgent to find drinking water as I had run out of water two days ago. I originally thought there should be a well in the village, but when I found it, I found that it had dried up.
Actually, I am quite familiar with this area. There are four or five villages scattered sparsely on the highlands. Most of the residents moved away because they could not bear the dry climate. There are only a few charcoal-burning workers left, and life is very difficult.
I continued to walk forward, thinking: I might have no hope of finding water. Just when I climbed up a hillside, I suddenly saw a figure in the valley in the distance. I shouted to the man: "Can you give me some water?"
It was a shepherd, in the valley. There is also a group of sheep in front of the stone house. The shepherd silently drew me water from the well. The water was clear and delicious.
He rarely speaks, but you can feel that he is a confident and decisive person, because he built a stone house in this desolate highland. 9. Write a 500-word composition about a person's deeds based on "The Shepherd Who Planted Trees"
The shepherd has been in an uninhabited area for decades. Every time he plants a tree, he feels like he is in the human world. He has another relative. His career is "a career comparable to God. Full of a strong desire to transform the real world and an extreme love for trees. In practice, this shepherd gradually discovered that people and land. People and Natural interdependence. He deeply realized that the value of life lies in serving others and benefiting future generations. Happiness is not a state, but a mentality. Life is full of busyness. But people can still choose to live in the big world poetically. Life on earth is complicated and difficult, but a peaceful mind and full of enthusiasm will play wonderful music!
Love is the source of life. If there is no spring of love in a person's heart, there will be no life. The green shade of life. With love, even if your eyes are full of clouds and thorns are everywhere, you will be full of infinite fascination and fascination for this world. Love makes people become unique animals. Material poverty will only lead to difficulties in life. And love The lack of it will make life empty and the soul lonely. What is heartbreaking is that in this age where material worship is becoming more and more important, some people have become eager for quick success and quick success. Materials control their souls, and their spiritual world is like a dry world. Desert. If the mind is not lacking, the body will not be tired.
Some people say that they work like ants and live like butterflies. Such people’s lives must be as bright and beautiful as the sun. Successful scholar Napoleon Hill once said Said: "There are only small differences between people. But this small difference can cause huge differences. The small difference is a positive mentality or a negative mentality. The huge difference is success and failure." Love can make people understand sadness and pain. At the same time, it can also free people from sadness and pain. It can make ordinary life full of interest and meaning. In his later years, the famous British poet Rand wrote in a poem: "I will not argue with anyone. I don't care to argue with anyone. I love nature. The second is art. I bake my hands with the fire of life to keep warm. The fire has died down. I am also ready to go - Rand's little poem expresses a man walking into the twilight. The old man is understanding and calm. 10. Please rewrite the shepherd who planted the tree into a standard narrative.
In just eight years, the entire highland has been completely transformed, exuding the light of health and prosperity.
If you want to know who is a truly outstanding person, you may have to spend several years observing: whether his actions are selfless; whether his motives are generous; and he must leave a clear mark on the earth. I am lucky enough to know him. A "tree-planting man", he just met the above conditions.
About forty years ago, I made a long journey to the Provence plateau under the Alps.
At that time, the plateau was a piece of loess, bare and without a single tree.
I walked for three days and came to the ruins of a dilapidated village. The houses in this village have long since lost their roofs to wind and rain.
A church with a collapsed spire shows that it was once inhabited, but now there is no sign of life. I was desperate to find drinking water as I had run out of water two days ago.
I originally thought there should be a well in the village, but when I found it, I found that it had dried up. In fact, I am quite familiar with this area.
There are four or five villages scattered sparsely on the highlands. Most of the residents moved away because they could not bear the dry climate. There are only a few charcoal-burning workers left, and life is very difficult. I continued walking forward, thinking: I'm afraid it's hopeless to find water.
Just when I climbed up a hillside, I suddenly saw a figure in the valley in the distance. I shouted to the person: "Can you give me some water?" It was a shepherd. There is also a group of sheep in front of the stone house. The shepherd silently drew me water from the well. The water was clear and delicious.
He rarely speaks, but you can feel that he is a confident and decisive person, because he built a stone house in this desolate highland. The house bears traces of his construction everywhere, as well as his blood and sweat in repairing the ruins after arriving in the Highlands.
The roof is very strong, and the wind blows through the tiles on the roof, making a sound like a tsunami rushing to the shore. Although life is not rich, the shepherd's appearance is neat.
His beard was clean shaven, and his clothes were sewn carefully, stitch by stitch, without any patches visible. The shepherd took me into the room and poured me a bowl of soup.
I handed over the tobacco bag and he said he didn’t smoke. After a while, he took out a small bag, poured out a pile of acorns, and then carefully picked them one by one.
I asked curiously: "What are you doing?" The shepherd replied: "I want to choose a hundred seeds and plant them tomorrow." The shepherd's name is Elzea Buffier, and he is five years old this year. Fifteen years old.
He used to have a farm in the flatlands, but when his wife and only son died, he decided to move to the highlands. Elzea Bouffier has been sowing seeds in this barren land for three years, and has probably buried a hundred thousand seeds.
However, only 20,000 of them sprouted and grew into saplings; and of the 20,000 saplings, only half could survive the dry climate and the gnawing of wild rats. "Why do you have to work so hard to plant trees?" I asked.
He said that this piece of high ground was dying because there were no trees. Anyway, he doesn't have the pressure of a career, so he can just take on the task of saving the earth.
Early the next morning, I asked him to let me stay here for another night, and he said yes calmly. In fact, it was not necessary to stay another day. I was just driven by curiosity and wanted to know more about him.
He opened the sheepfold, let the sheep graze, and dipped the acorns carefully selected last night, together with the bag, into a bucket of water, and left the house carrying the bucket of water. I found that he was carrying an iron rod, about as thick as a thumb and one and a half meters long.
We first drove the sheep to the river valley to graze, and then climbed up the hillside together. After climbing to the ridge, the shepherd took an iron rod and dug a hole downwards, inserted an acorn, and covered it with soil.
He patiently planted acorns one by one. I asked curiously: "Does this hillside belong to you?" He shook his head: "No."
"Then do you know whose land this is?" "I don't know, maybe it's public land. ! But whether it is public land or private land, what does it have to do with me planting trees?" Then he said: If God gives him another thirty years, the number of trees he will plant will be amazing. In addition to oak trees, he also studied breeding beech trees.
There is a nursery near his house, which is protected by a wire fence to keep the sheep away. He also plans to plant birch trees in the valley.
In short, he hopes that through his own efforts, the bare highlands can be covered with trees. On the third day, we broke up.
The following year after that encounter, World War I broke out. Five years of military service made me forget about the "man who planted trees."
After the war, I once again set foot on the road leading to the bare plateau. The scene was roughly the same as before, except that at the end of the uninhabited village, there was a gray mist, which seemed to have covered the top of the mountain with a layer of felt.
I think of the man who planted the tree. During the five years of war, I saw many people fall on the battlefield. How can an old man in his fifties live? However, in fact, Elzea Bouffier is not only alive, but his body is even stronger than before.
He now only raises four sheep, but has one hundred more beehives. He no longer herds sheep because they would eat the saplings he planted.
At the same time, he also said that the war had no impact on him at all, and he had been planting trees without any distractions during this time. The oak tree planted in 1910 is now ten years old, taller than us, and looks magnificent.
I was speechless, and he was silent. We walked in his forest all day.
The forest is eleven kilometers long and three kilometers wide at its widest point. Don't forget, it was created from the hands and mind of this man, without the support of any outside technology.
And during the five years of the war, he carried out his plan thoroughly. Those beech trees have been as high as my shoulders and stretched as far as the eye can see. He then took me to see a birch bush that had been planted five years earlier, while I was fighting at the Battle of Verdun in northeastern France.
He planted all the birch saplings in the valley where he thought the ground was moist. The results confirmed that his guess was correct. The birch trees stood as graceful as girls and became a forest. Creation is like a chain effect.
Elzea Bouffier carried out the plan step by step with the simplest ideas, without any burden in his heart. But when we walked back to the village, a riverbed that had been dry for a long time was now flowing with gurgling water.
This is the most impressive scene in the chain effect. That dry river bed used to be a long, long time ago.