长发姑娘1

Xiao Shui balanced the bamboo pole on her aching shoulders.

It stuck out on either side, making her feel even smaller than her twelve years.

The pole bumped into the hair of the banyan tree as she walked to the main trunk.

The water sloshed in the buckets hanging on the pole and spilled on her feet. “ No! ” she cried.

The banyan tree’s strands of hair were actually hanging roots.

But Xiao Shui thought that the tree was like her, with long, thick hair that reached to the ground.