There is a piece of grass in front of the house. Since it was fenced, a tree has grown on the side. It hasn't been touched since it doesn't interfere with growing vegetables. Later, there were no more trees in front of the fence. When the child was two years old, he went to the countryside once and came back and asked me, "Mom, there is a jujube tree in Grandpa's yard. Is this one in our family also a jujube tree?"
What adults don't care about is very complicated when asked by children. Listening to my son's question, I immediately hesitated. I really don't know what kind of tree it is. So every time someone comes, I have one more thing, that is, to ask them if they know the tree.
One day, a friend from the agricultural school came to have tea to talk about the past. After that, I led him to the yard: "do you know this tree?" He looked at it for a while and said, "this is a plum tree. You can see it from the leaves." That night, I told my son, "you have plums to eat. The tree in our house is a plum tree."
Summer and winter come and go, day after day, plum trees grow up day by day. It blossomed in the year when the child went to kindergarten and primary school. At this time, it happened that his father came from the countryside. He looked at the plum tree in front of his house and said, "you have cherries this year. Look at the cherry tree in front of your door. How lush the flowers are."
"Grandpa, that's a plum tree."
"Silly boy, I don't know what a plum tree looks like. This one in your family is a cherry tree."
The plum tree we called for three years turned out to be a cherry tree.
After my father left, the cherry blossoms began to fall and several green fruits began to appear. While his son was waiting to eat cherries, for some reason, several fruits visible on the tree began to fall off until none remained. No one cares about that tree anymore.
One day in late autumn, someone measured the land in front of the house and heard that the development company was going to build a building here. A line painter shouted, "whose walnut tree is this? Move it quickly. The excavator will come tomorrow." It's clearly our cherry tree. I came out from home and said, "that's our cherry tree."
"Cherry tree? I haven't seen a cherry tree. Haven't I eaten a cherry yet? There's a walnut hanging on it." The linesman said, pointing to the walnut. There is indeed a small walnut hanging there. The tree in front of our house is not a cherry tree, it is a walnut tree.
Ten years later, every time I think of the tree in our family, I always have an unspeakable feeling in my heart. This tree has been crowned by us many times. Finally, it confirmed its true identity to us with a small fruit.
It wants me to know that as a person, you must give your fruits, otherwise no one will really know you.