Last night, I thought I had done a good deed that shocked the world and the earth - I pinched off those glamorous flowers.
Those flowers will definitely break the life of the trees after they have lived too long, and I ended their fairly fresh lives ahead of time.
I know I am cruel and fair and free. Apart from me, who else would feel sorry for those tired and bent trees?
I am an ordinary person, I understand its suffering and the unknown endurance of humiliation.
Humility is the virtue of the tree body, but greed should not become the nature of the flower. They stand proudly on the trunks, enjoying the praise and favor of the sunshine and bees and butterflies.
The cold autumn ripples, and the stars are about to sleep. The tree, silently, fought against half a lifetime of life with a weak body.
Like this star is not last night, who is the wind and dew standing in the middle of the night?
No flower can tell, I am its only soul harbor. There is also this thick night, which is its shawl that protects the wind.
Stand silently with the tree, and feel a little pity in my heart to replace it with half of loneliness.
When it is late at night, the cold air is getting thicker. I want to transplant that tree in a corner of my heart.
The branches tremble slightly, that is the tree, the warm greeting I give me.
Remove the burden, the tree body is stubborn and upright, without any sluggishness, and it pierces the sharpness of the night.
The dawn is getting clearer.
The sky is connected with clouds and waves, and the galaxy is about to turn and dance thousands of sails. I believe that Shu also knows that the wonderfulness of life needs to be demonstrated by itself.
In the shadow of the tree, there is a vague self who is traveling.
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