Who has the reading answer to the wild jujube tree on the cliff?

Why did the author use the second person 'you' at the beginning and then the third person 'it'? Tell me your understanding. This article endows the tree with human feelings, human will, human character, and praises it to the extreme. What do you think after reading the noble character of the jujube tree? Combined with this article, he made some associations and wrote a paragraph. (No more than 140 words) Did you jump off that cliff helplessly to get rid of those days of hunger and cold? Was it to avoid the humiliation of being captured that you threw yourself off this cliff without hesitation after being exhausted? History remembers you, and time remembers you. That day, you really did jump down, like the eagle swooping down to hunt, like the meteor that broke the silence. However, you didn't die. A crack in the cliff saved you, and a handful of barren soil nurtured you. Rooting, sprouting, growing leaves…From now on, you will settle down here. Day and night, year after year, he finally survived tenaciously and grew up, becoming a beautiful sight. This is the jujube tree that swayed in the cliffs of the mountain in my hometown for 30 years in my memory; a jujube tree that survived in the cracks, struggled in hardships, and stood tall in adversity. What kind of tree was that! It is less than a foot high, less than a handful wide, thin branches, sparse leaves and late flowers. Clouds entangle it, fog bewitches it; Rain blows it, wind destroys it; Frost bullies snow, thunder and lightning bombards the top. Almost all the experts in nature discriminated against it and abused it. It was as if he would only stop if he immediately eliminated it from this world. However, the wild jujube tree was not conquered. It did not bow its head or give in. In countless counterattacks and angry roars, it trained its iron bones and condensed a strong and unyielding spirit. It was like a sentinel of the mountain, always sticking to its post; it was like a loyal messenger, reporting information in a timely manner; it was like a fluttering flag, summoning, guiding, charging, fighting, leading all the grass and trees in the mountain, from one spring, summer, autumn and winter to another spring, summer, autumn and winter... It knew that it could not become a pillar and a tall tree, but it still tried to grow; it knew that it could not shelter its neighbors, but it still tried to flourish. It wasn't like the peach trees in front of the mountain or the pear trees behind the mountain, who were all pampered and pampered, waiting for people to serve and comfort them. They would easily change their tempers and give them a little color to see. They were also not like the poplars and willows who coveted the liveliness. Each of them occupied a good place with water, fertilizer, soil, and beauty, and then forgot about everything and only knew how to show off. As for the jujube tree, it stood silently. It did not despise its low position, did not despise its weakness, and did not fear its loneliness. He shook hands with spring and talked with the sun and the moon. The sky and the earth are all absorbed and sucked. He never needed anyone's special care and love. He completely relied on his own strength to grow into the life on the cliff, letting people appreciate that moving style. It was sincere but not jealous, it was simple but never greedy, waving to passers-by to greet, bowing to the winner to congratulate and bless, it seemed to be its instinct. That was what I saw with my own eyes. That autumn, unknowingly, it actually bore a small jujube. Yes, there was only one, and it was so small that people could hardly see it. The wild jujube was a gift from the sun, moon, and stars in spring and autumn, a concentrated red cloud. It was bright and red, like agate, like pearls, like a burning flame, like the soul of the cliff. The moment I saw its fruit, I had a strange thought that perhaps the small wild jujube was the heart that the wild jujube tree had obtained after decades of bitter cultivation! With a heart, it would have dreams, and it would embrace the world more enthusiastically! In the blink of an eye, I've been away from my hometown for thirty years, and I haven't seen that jujube tree again. However, I think that the scenery in this world is just right. It will definitely grow very strong and luxuriant. It will definitely have thick branches, lush leaves, and abundant fruits. It had grown into a typical manly image. No one would discriminate against it anymore, and no one would dare to bully it. There were also many birds that often visited it and sang with it. The song was clear and melodious, rippling through the valley.

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I don't know the answer to the reading of the jujube tree on the cliff. As a fan of online literature, I can only answer based on what I have learned. If you have any more questions, please continue.