a long tim ago, thr was a hug appl tr. a littl boy lovd to com and play around it vry day. h climbd to th tr top, at th appls, took a nap undr th shadow&hllip; h lovd th tr and th tr lovd to play with him.tim wnt by&hllip;th littl boy had grown up and h no longr playd around th tr.on day, th boy cam back to th tr and lookd sad. “com and play with m,” th tr askd th boy.“i am no longr a kid, i don’t play around trs anymor.” th boy rplid, “i want toys. i nd mony to buy thm.” “sorry, but i don’t hav mony&hllip;but you can pick all my appls and sll thm. so, you will hav mony.” th boy was so xcitd. h pickd all th appls on th tr and lft happily. th boy didn’t com back aftr h pickd th appls. th tr was sad.on day, th boy rturnd and th tr was so xcitd. “com and play with m.” th tr said. “i don’t hav tim to play. i hav to work for my family. w nd a hous for shltr. can you hlp m?” “sorry, but i don’t hav a hous. but you can cut off my branchs to build your hous.” so th boy cut all th branchs of th tr and lft happily.th tr was glad to s him happy but th boy didn’t appar sinc thn. th tr was again lonly and sad. on hot summr day, th boy rturnd and th tr was dlightd. “com and play with m!” th tr said.“i am sad and gtting old. i want to go sailing to rlax myslf. can you giv m a boat?” “us my trunk to build th boat. you can sail and b happy.” so th boy cut th tr trunk to mak a boat. h wnt sailing and did not show up for a long tim.finally, th boy rturnd aftr h lft for so many yars. “sorry, my boy. but i don’t hav anything for you anymor. no mor appls for you.” th tr said. “ i don’t hav tth to bit.” th boy rplid. “ no mor trunk for you to climb on.” “i am too old for that now.” th boy said. “i rally want to giv you somthing&hllip;th only thing lft is my dying roots.” th tr said with tars. “i don’t nd much now, just a plac to rst. i am tird aftr all ths yars.” th boy rplid. “good! old tr roots ar th bst plac to lan on and rst. com hr, plas sit down with m and hav a rst.” th boy sat down and th tr was glad and smild with tars&hllip;this is a story of vryon. th tr is our parnt. whn w wr young, w lovd to play with mom and dad&hllip; whn w grow up, w lav thm, and only com to thm whn w nd somthing or whn w ar in troubl. no mattr what, parnts will always b thr and giv vrything thy could to mak you happy. you may think that th boy is crul to th tr but that's how all of us ar trating our parnts.很久以前有一棵苹果树。一个小男孩每天都喜欢来到树旁玩耍。他爬到树顶，吃苹果，在树荫里打盹&hllip;&hllip;他爱这棵树，树也爱和他一起玩。随着时间的流逝，小男孩长大了。他不再到树旁玩耍了。一天，男孩回到树旁，看起来很悲伤。“来和我玩吧!”树说。“我不再是小孩了，我不会再到树下玩耍了。”男孩答到，“我想要玩具，我需要钱来买。”“很遗憾，我没有钱&hllip;&hllip;但是你可以采摘我的所有苹果拿去卖。这样你就有钱了。”男孩很兴奋。他摘掉树上所有的苹果，然后高兴地离开了。自从那以后男孩没有回来。树很伤心。一天，男孩回来了，树非常兴奋。“来和我玩吧。”树说。“我没有时间玩。我得为我的家庭工作。我们需要一个房子来遮风挡雨，你能帮我吗?”很遗憾，我没有房子。但是，你可以砍下我的树枝来建房。“因此，男孩砍下所有的树枝，高高兴兴地离开了。看到他高兴，树也很高兴。但是，自从那时起男孩没再出现，树有孤独，伤心起来。突然，在一个夏日，男孩回到树旁，树很高兴。“来和我玩吧!”树说。“我很伤心，我开始老了。我想去航海放松自己。你能不能给我一条船?” “用我的树干去造一条船，你就能航海了，你会高兴的。”于是，男孩砍倒树干去造船。他航海去了，很长一段时间未露面。许多年后男孩终于回来了。“很遗憾，我的孩子，我再也没有任何东西可以给你了。没有苹果给你&hllip;&hllip;”树说。“我没有牙齿啃。” 男孩答到。“没有树干供你爬。”“现在我老了，爬不上去了。” 男孩说。“我真的想把一切都给你&hllip;&hllip;我唯一剩下的东西是快要死去的树墩。” 树含着眼泪说。“现在，我不需要什么东西，只需要一个地方来休息。经过了这些年我太累了。”男孩答到。 “太好了!老树墩就是倚着休息的最好地方。过来，和我一起坐下休息吧。” 男孩坐下了，树很高兴，含泪而笑&hllip;&hllip;这是一个发生在每一个人身上的故事。那棵树就像我们的父母。我们小的时候，喜欢和爸爸妈妈玩&hllip;&hllip;长大后，便离开他们，只有在我们需要父母亲，或是遇到了困难的时候，才会回去找他们。尽管如此，父母却总是有求必应，为了我们的幸福，无私地奉献自己的一切。你也许觉得那个男孩很残忍，但我们何尝不是这样呢?