There is a tree next to a cliff in the mountain behind my house. It is like a lonely watcher, standing silently on the steep rock. It is tall and straight, with a straight trunk, like a bridge between the earth and the sky, connecting the two. A different world; it is also the footprints from childhood to youth, recording my growth step by step! 　　In the early morning, when the sun sheds golden light, the tree becomes particularly bright against the sunlight. Its leaves are like delicate green palms, gently stirring the air and evoking endless vitality. The breeze blows and the leaves rustle like an elegant dance. The…