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September 26, 2006

A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little boy loved to
come and play around it everyday. He climbed to the tree top, ate
the apples, took a nap under the shadow. He loved the tree and the
tree loved to play with him. Time went by the little boy had grown
up and he no longer played around the tree everyday.

One day, the boy came back to the tree and he looked sad. "Come and
play with me," the tree asked the boy. "I am no longer a kid, I
don't play around trees anymore." The boy replied, "I want toys. I
need money to buy them." "Sorry, but I don't have money... but you
can pick all my apples and sell them. Then you will have money." The
boy was so excited. He grabbed all the apples on the tree and left
happily. The boy never came back after he picked the apples.

The tree was sad. One day, the boy returned and the tree was so
excited. "Come and play with me" the tree said. "I don't have time
to play. I have to work for my family. We need a house for shelter.
Can you help me?" "Sorry, but I don't have a house. But you can chop
off my branches to build your house." So the boy cut all the
branches of the tree and left happily. The tree was glad to see him

The tree was again lonely and sad. One hot summer day, the boy
returned and the tree was delighted. "Come and play with me!" the
tree said. "I am sad and getting old. I want to go sailing to relax
myself. Can you give me a boat?" "Use my trunk to build your boat.
You can sail far away and be happy." So the boy cut the tree trunk
to make a boat. He went sailing and never showed up for a long time.

Finally, the boy returned after he left for so many years. "Sorry,
my boy. But I don't have anything for you anymore. No more apples
for you..." the tree said. "I don't have teeth to bite" the boy
replied. "No more trunk for you to climb on", "I am too old for that
now," the boy said. "I really can't give you anything ... the only
thing left is my dying roots" the tree said with tears. "I don't
need much now, just a place to rest. I am tired after all these
years." The boy replied. "Good! Old tree roots is the best place to
lean on and rest. Come, Come sit down with me and rest." The boy sat
down and the tree was glad and smiled with tears.

This is a story for everyone. The tree is our parent. When we were
young, we loved to play with Mom and Dad. When we grew up, we left
them only come to them when we need something or when we are in
trouble. No matter what, parents will always be there and give
everything they can to make you happy. You may think the boy is
cruel to the tree but that is how all of us are treating our parents.

Please enlighten all of your friends by forwarding this e-mail to
them. And love your parents, no matter where they are.

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12:15 AM Nov 16 2006



i like this story, it is a moving story.

we should learn to love our parents and try our best to give what our parents want. the important thing is to take more time to be with them.i love my parents.