I am a mistletoe parasite. Natural dependence allows me to survive only by depositing it in others. Because of the nourishment in the host, I am happy and beautiful. Many people believe in such a saying, if there is a pair of men and women, standing under my branches, then boys can kiss girls unconditionally, so I have seen a lot of happy little men and women kissing in front of me - boys who have a crush on girls finally pluck up the courage to kiss the girl they like; some boys deliberately bring their favorite girls to kiss under my emerald green leaves, and even kiss in front of me... Ever since I was discovered where I lived, I've met all sorts of little men and women in love. My host is a tree I don't know the name of, very ordinary, before I did not live on him, few people paid attention to him - but now different, huh, because of my existence, there are always all kinds of lovers come here, he takes care of me, always spoils me, does not care that I endlessly absorb a little bit of the nutrients he absorbs from the ground under my feet, and I also enjoy it with peace of mind - this is my survival instinct, except to survive on the nourishment of the host, I couldn't absorb the nutrients from the land with my roots, because because of him, I grew up very richly, and for a long time, we got along very well. My ideas were always childish, and when I was discussing with him, he always said that about me, and liked to call me a little idiot — we had been together for many years, he was the only object I talked to, and I always felt that his ideas were very special, and he could see a lot of things hidden in the depths, like he could see his rings through a tree. I remember one day, another pair of men and women came to my neighbor and my host, the boy was very handsome, the girl was very beautiful, I said to him: Let's bet, you say that the boy does not recognize me? My host said: Boys definitely know you, but girls don't. I felt a little faceless and asked him: Why do boys definitely know me and girls don't necessarily know me? He laughed, and when he laughed, the leaves rustled: boys in love are like this, like to please girls, often pay attention to some romantic things that girls like, even if that thing is very idiotic. I'm angry: Is it such an idiotic thing to know me? He laughed: Of course not, because the first thing that comes to the boy's mind after knowing you must be to trick the girl he likes into your branches, and then kiss her righteously, don't you realize that it is often couples who come to us, and it is often boys who lead the way? Oh, boys in love are like this. I thought about it, oh, and sure enough, the little man and woman came to my branches, and as usual I saw the couples, the boy kissed the girl, and the girl pushed the boy away with infinite shyness: What? The boy who stole the incense successfully smiled happily, put his arms around the girl, and pointed at me: Do you know her? The girl said: I don't know, what's wrong? The boy laughed: It is mistletoe parasitism, and any time a man and a woman under her branches are together, the boy can kiss the girl unconditionally, and there is this story in the ancient Greek mythology. The girl had a pair of very beautiful eyes, and she studied them carefully with those big beautiful eyes, and said: There is such a plant, and this leaf seems to be different from this tree? The boy praised her: really smart, in fact, this branch is the mistletoe parasite, the mistletoe parasitism needs a host to survive, she herself can not absorb nutrients from the land, this tree is a hemp oak, is her host. As I listened, I blushed, and had been posted on him for so long, this was the first time I knew the name of my host, and it was from the mouth of others that he knew that his name was Ma Que, and my host felt my blushing—after all, I was connected to him, and he knew my thoughts, and he smiled: I only know my name today, hehe, little idiot, don't ask the name of the savior. I already knew your name was Mistletoe Parasitism. Since then, I've called him Ma Que, and I used to tell him to feed or not to talk to him directly, and he knew I was talking to him anyway. As the days slowly came with another autumn, little by little, I felt that he was powerless, so I asked him: Ma Que, are you sick, I feel that you are not right. He smiled and replied to me with the usual rustling of leaves: Oh, little idiot, no, but autumn has arrived, it's a little cold, but you, take good care of yourself. So I still lived carefree life, doing boring things with The Oak as usual every day, such as watching butterflies flying, watching bees collecting honey, listening to birds singing, listening to bugs, and when I discussed with him, he always responded to me with the rustle of leaves, and when I needed nutrients, I sucked from him, so I became more and more verdant. One day in the late autumn, when I was dull, I finally noticed that something was wrong with him, and I could feel the loss of life force in his body little by little, and looking at the already weak face of Ma Que, which often smiled at me, I found that I had grown to the point that he could not bear it, because my fruit was ripe, and my body was slowly turning yellow. I can get medicine, and I can even help treat human cancer, but I can't save him... On every late autumn night, I learned to talk to him, and then watch him sleep tiredly, and every time the sun rose, I would always be woken up by him, and when I opened my eyes, I would always see his weak smile. Such a day seems to pass quickly, and finally one day, when I woke up in the morning, I saw a sleeping face that he would never wake up, and there was a smile on such a sleeping face that made my heart ache...
Because his torso still has nutrients, I am not dead for the time being, but every day it turns golden, there are still many lovers who come to kiss under my branches, but I seem to have lost interest in studying them, I talk to the starry sky and the pole of the oak every night, say what I see every day, say that there is another bird's nest on the branch on the south side of him, say how much honey the bees have made, say that the butterflies have changed boyfriends today, say that the bugs in the grass next to me have become mothers... It's just that I'm always talking to myself, never again like I used to be, and he'll always respond to me with the soft rustle of leaves. Finally one day, I no longer have to absorb nutrients from his body, I have completely turned golden, I am attached to him and live, if my host dies, I will slowly die, I thought that I and he would always be attached to watch the sunrise and sunset every day, until one day, a girl took me off of him, the moment I got out of his body, I felt the pain of drilling my heart... After I was plucked from the body of the maquerine, I was made into a garland by the girl, placed on the door, and turned into a Christmas ornament, the wooden door was made of mahogany, and when I was hung on the wooden door, I heard the mahogany door friendly greeting me, I smiled at him, he didn't know my story, and I don't think I would tell him that it was the story of the magnolia that belonged only to me. There are still many lovers kissing in front of me, but I just want to tell them: what I absorb in the people who love you is the nourishment that must be the lover, just like the nourishment that I have long absorbed from the oak...
