When I saw this book, the title touched me. Everyone likes to make wishes, and they can only make wishes on birthdays. The title of this book has the word wishing tree, and I want to start reading it at the first moment.
When I finished reading this book, I realized that Beckham was a cheerful little girl, but also a poor child. Just use a paragraph in the article: whenever Beckham comes home from school, there is no one. Mother left a note on the table, saying that she would accompany the customers for dinner. Dad must have stayed in the library again. He wants to publish a paper. Beckham still remembers the old days, when the family was crowded into a house with two rooms and one living room. Every day at dinner, my father will tell me some news in the newspaper, while my mother will tell me gossip about their company. And I listened with relish and even finished eating. Mom and Dad are very busy now, and my dinner has been replaced by KFC, Aunt jiaozi, Yonghe Soymilk and quick-frozen food. And mom and dad quarrel every day because of some trivial things, and they get divorced because of this. In my words, Beckham likes his old parents and his old life. His parents didn't feel this way when they divorced.
Another hero is Xu Bo, the son of a friend of Beckham's father, who often eats at Beckham's house. Because Xu Bo's mother works in Guangxi, she just came back for a week during the Spring Festival. Of course, Xu Bo is also a poor boy, but he is accompanied by music.
Finally, Beckham and Xu Bo met for the last time in An Baili Department Store. In order to take part in the competition, Xu Bo borrowed many strings and bought new musical instruments, but his dream was finally dashed. Now he is going to Beijing for development, and Xu Bo is leaving. He also told Beckham that it would be bad for me if I didn't contact you for a long time.
Beckham came to the wishing tree in front of the square. The tree was covered with red pieces of paper, and each piece of paper was written with the wish of a devout pilgrim. I wrote my blessing to Xu Bo on another piece of paper and hung it carefully on the tree.
The wind blew through the wishing tree, and all the pieces of paper swayed gently.