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March 29, 2010
The Boy and The Apple Tree…A Touching Story
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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. So, 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 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 happy but the boy never came back since then. 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 of everyone. The tree is our parents. No matter what, parents will always be there and give everything they could to make you happy.
Everybody has apple trees in his or her life. And they are your parents…
No matter how busy you are, share some time with your parents.
We owe a lot to our parents, many teachers, relatives and friends who have given us their time, care and love through the years.
Filial piety and gratitude are noble and great spiritual virtues to cultivate.
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English for Students
The Boy and The Apple Tree :
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 treetop, ate the apples and 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 now longer played around the tree every day.
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 do not play around trees any more,» the boy replied.
«I want toys. I need money to buy them.»
‘Sorry….but I do not have money, but you can pick all my apples and sell them. So, 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 who now turned into a man returned and the tree was excited.
‘Come and play with me’ the tree said.
“I do not have time to play. I have to work for my family. We need a house for shelter. Can you help me?’
‘Sorry…. but I do not have any house. But you can chop off my branches to build your house.»
‘So the man cut all the branches of the tree and left happily. The tree was glad to see him happy but the man never came back since then. The tree was again lonely and sad.
One hot summer day, the man returned and the tree was delighted.
‘Come and play with me!’ the tree said.
I am getting old. I want to go sailing to relax myself, can you give me a boat?’ said the man.
«Use my trunk to build your boat. You can sail far away and be happy.»
So the man cut the tree trunk to make a boat. He went sailing and never showed up for a long time.
Finally, the man returned after many years. ‘Sorry, my boy. But I do not have anything for you anymore. No more apples for you’, the tree said.
“No problem, I do not have any teeth to bite’ the man replied.
‘No more trunk for you to climb on.» ‘I am too old for that now.» The man said.
«I really cannot give yon anything, the only thing left is my dying roots,’ the tree said with tears.
“I do not need much now, just a place to rest. I am tired after all these years,’ the man replied.
‘Good! Old tree roots are the best place to lean on and rest come sit down with me and rest.’
The man sat down and the tree was glad and smiled with tears.
This is a story of everyone. The tree is like our parents. When we were young, we loved to play with our Mum and Dad. When we grow up, we leave 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 could just to make you happy.
You may think the boy is cruel to the tree, but that is how all of us treat our parents. We take them for granted. We don’t appreciate all they do for us, until it’s too late.
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Once there was a tree. and she loved a little boy.
And every day the boy would come and he would gather her leaves and make them into crowns and play king of the forest.
He would climb up her trunk and swing from her branches and eat apples.
And they would play hide-and-seek.
And when he was tired, he would sleep in her shade.
And the boy loved the tree. very much.
And the tree was happy.
But time went by.
And the boy grew older.
And the tree was often alone.
Then one day the boy came to the tree and the tree said, «Come, Boy, come and climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and eat apples and play in my shade and be happy.»
«I am too big to climb and play,» said the boy.
«I want to buy things and have fun. I want some money. Can you give me some money?»
«I am sorry,» said the tree, «but I have no money. I have only leaves and apples. Take my apples, Boy, and sell them in the city. Then you will have money and you will be happy.»
And so the boy climbed up the tree and gathered her apples and carried them away.
And the tree was happy.
But the boy stayed away for a long time. and the tree was sad.
And then one day the boy came back and the tree shook with joy and she said, «Come, Boy, climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and be happy.»
«I am too busy to climb trees,» said the boy.
«I want a house to keep me warm,» he said.
«I want a wife and I want children, and so I need a house. Can you give me a house?»
«I have no house,» said the tree.
«The forest is my house, but you may cut off my branches and build a house. Then you will be happy.»
And so the boy cut off her branches and carried them away to build his house.
And the tree was happy.
But the boy stayed away for a long time.
And when he came back, the tree was so happy she could hardly speak.
«Come, Boy,» she whispered, «come and play.»
«I am too old and sad to play,» said the boy.
«I want a boat that will take me far away from here. Can you give me a boat?»
«Cut down my trunk and make a boat,» said the tree. Then you can sail away. and be happy.» And so the boy cut down her trunk and made a boat and sailed away.
And the tree was happy. but not really.
And after a long time the boy came back again.
«I am sorry, Boy,» said the tree, «but I have nothing left to give you. My apples are gone.»
«My teeth are too weak for apples,» said the boy.
«My branches are gone,» said the tree. «You cannot swing on them?»
«I am too old to swing on branches,» said the boy.
«My trunk is gone,» said the tree. «You cannot climb?
«I am too tired to climb,» said the boy.
«I am sorry,» sighed the tree.
«I wish that I could give you something. but I have nothing left. I am just an old stump. I am sorry. «
«I don’t need very much now,» said the bioy, «just a quiet place to sit and rest. I am very tired.»
«Well,» said the tree, staightening herself up as much as she could,
«Well, an old stump is good for sitting and resting. Come, Boy, sit down. Sit down and rest.»
And the boy did.
And the tree was happy.
Жила в лесу дикая яблоня… И любила яблоня маленького мальчика. И мальчик каждый день прибегал к яблоне, собирал падавшие с нее листья, плел из них венок, надевал его, как корону и играл в лесного короля. Он взбирался по стволу яблони и качался на ее ветках. А потом они играли в прятки, и когда мальчик уставал, он засыпал в тени ее ветвей. И яблоня была счастлива…
Но шло время и мальчик подрастал, и все чаще яблоня коротала дни в одиночестве.
Как-то раз пришел мальчик к яблоне. И яблоня сказала:
– Иди сюда, мальчик, покачайся на моих ветках, поешь моих яблок, поиграй со мной, и нам будет хорошо!
– Я слишком взрослый, чтобы лазить по деревьям, – ответил мальчик. – Мне хотелось бы других развлечений. Но на это нужны деньги, а разве ты можешь мне дать их?
– Я бы рада, – вздохнула яблоня, – но у меня нет денег, одни только листья и яблоки. Возьми мои яблоки и продай их в городе, тогда у тебя будут деньги. И ты будешь счастлив!
И мальчик залез на яблоню и сорвал все яблоки, и унес их с собой. И яблоня была счастлива.
После этого мальчик долго не приходил, и яблоня опять загрустила. И когда однажды мальчик пришел, яблоня так и задрожала от радости.
– Иди скорей сюда, малыш! – воскликнула она. – Покачайся на моих ветках, и нам будет хорошо!
– У меня слишком много забот, чтобы лазить по деревьям, – ответил мальчик. Мне хотелось бы иметь семью, завести детей. Но для этого нужен дом, а у меня нет дома. Ты можешь дать мне дом?
– Я бы рада, – вздохнула яблоня, – но у меня нет дома. Мой дом – вот мой лес. Но зато у меня есть ветки. Сруби их и построй себе дом. И ты будешь счастлив.
И мальчик срубил ее ветки и унес их с собой, и построил себе дом. И яблоня была счастлива.
После этого мальчик долго-долго не приходил. А когда явился, яблоня чуть не онемела от радости.
– Иди сюда, мальчик, – прошептала она, – поиграй со мной.
– Я уже слишком стар, мне грустно и не до игр, – ответил мальчик. – Я хотел бы построить лодку и уплыть на ней далеко-далеко. Но разве ты можешь мне дать лодку?
– Спили мой ствол и сделай себе лодку, – сказала яблоня, – и ты сможешь уплыть на ней далеко-далеко. И ты будешь счастливым.
И тогда мальчик спилил ствол, и сделал из него лодку, И уплыл далеко-далеко. И яблоня была счастлива.
…Но не совсем.
Прошло много времени. И мальчик снова пришел к яблоне.
– Прости, мальчик, – вздохнула яблоня, – но я больше ничего не могу тебе дать. Нет у меня яблок…
– На что мне яблоки? – ответил мальчик. – У меня почти не осталось зубов.
– У меня не осталось ветвей, – сказала – яблоня. – Ты не сможешь посидеть на них.
– Я слишком стар, чтобы качаться на ветках, – ответил мальчик.
– У меня не осталось ствола, – сказала яблоня. – И тебе не по чему больше взбираться вверх.
– Я слишком устал, чтобы взбираться вверх, – ответил мальчик.
– Прости, – вздохнула яблоня, – мне бы очень хотелось дать тебе хоть что-нибудь, но у меня ничего не осталось. Я теперь только старый пень. Прости…
– А мне теперь много и не нужно, – ответил мальчик. – Мне бы теперь только тихое и спокойное место, чтобы посидеть и отдохнуть. Я очень устал.
– Ну что ж, – сказала яблоня, выпрямляясь, – старый пень для этого как раз и годится. Иди сюда, мальчик, садись и отдыхай. Так мальчик и сделал. И яблоня была счастлива.
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Short Stories » The Apple Tree and the Farmer
The Apple Tree and the Farmer
Once upon a time, there lived a farmer in a village, beside a forest. He had a big garden that had an old apple tree and other plants, trees and beautiful flowers. When the farmer was a little boy, he spent much of his time playing with the apple tree. Those days, the apple tree had given the choicest of apples to him. However, as time passed, the apple tree became old and stopped bearing fruits.
Now that the farmer was not getting any apples from the tree, he decided that the tree was useless. Therefore, he decided to cut the tree and use its wood to make some new furniture. He felt that since the tree was old and huge, he did not have to cure it, and it would make great furniture. He forgot that as a boy, he had spent his entire childhood climbing the tree and eating its apples.
Now the apple tree was home to several little animals in the neighborhood. This included squirrels, sparrows and a huge variety of birds and insects. When the farmer took his axe and began chopping the tree, all the little animals came rushing down.
They all began to plead with the farmer. They gathered round the farmer and said, “Please don’t cut the tree. We used to play with you when you were small, under this very tree. This is our home and we have no other place to go”.
The farmer was adamant. He raised his axe and the commotion grew.
“Please don’t chop and destroy my home and kids,” cried the squirrel.
“Please don’t chop and destroy my nest,” cried the little birds.
“Please don’t cut the apple tree,” cried the grasshopper.
The farmer, however, forgot his childhood and his animal friends. He began to chop the tree harder. All the little animals became desperate, and wanted to protect the apple tree at any cost.
The little animals said, “We will sing for you when you are toiling away in the fields. We will look after your little boy. He will not cry, but instead will be entertained and happy. You will like our songs and will not feel tired.”
However, their cries for help fell on deaf ears. Despite all their requests, the farmer continued to chop down the tree.
All of a sudden, he noticed something shiny. On inspecting it, he realized that it was a beehive, full of honey. He took a little and put it in his mouth. The taste of the honey woke up the little boy in him. Suddenly, the memories of his childhood came rushing back. The honey tasted so good that he wanted more. It brought a sense of happiness to him. He smiled and exclaimed, “This tastes amazing.”
Realizing the change in the farmer’s attitude, the little animals spoke in unison: The bee said, “I will always provide you with sweet honey.” The squirrel said, “I will share any amount of nuts that you want.” The birds cried, “We will sing as many songs as you want.”
Finally, the farmer realized his folly, and put down his axe. He understood that the tree was home to many lovely animals that provided him with so many things. He wanted his little boy to have the childhood that he had.
The farmer realized that the apple tree was not that fruitless. The little boy in him saved the apple tree.
He threw away the axe and said to the little creatures, “I promise that I would never cut this tree. I have realized my mistake and you all can now live in peace and harmony.”
The little creatures thanked the bee profusely. If the farmer had not found the beehive, they would have been homeless by now. They continued living happily in the old apple tree.
Moral: Each and every living thing in nature is of some use: we should not destroy any living thing.
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