When my daughter was in primary school, she brought home four small twigs from school to plant. 1 of them looked strong, but I still decided to plant them with hope. I found a place with enough sunlight in our yard for them.
A few years later, three of them died but only one is 2 . It didn't look like a tree because it didn't grow so straight. I tried what I could do but it didn't work. 3 , leaves on it started to fall one day. It was going to 4 . That disappointed me. I was wondering whether I would just 5 this sick little tree and plant another one. Then I asked my daughter to see the tree and hoped she could make a 6 together with me.
"Mom, come and have a look. " My daughter said in a 7 voice. She waved her hands to ask me to be quiet. I went over. There was a bird building a nest (巢) in the top. We watched the bird then I realized that the tree was still 8 . It might not be healthy or pretty, but it was still giving a bird a home. This tree also 9 me that all lives were valuable. It doesn't matter 10 we are young and strong or old and sick. We always have things to do, love to give, and joy to share.
