In recent days, Xi'an has rainy, autumn rain is dense, and there is a strong sense of silence. In the rainy night, I walked briskly on the road . For some reason, I always feel that a tree on the roadside is also walking in the rain. When I stopped and looked back, the tree beside me was still standing tall in the rain, and the rustling sound of the wind blowing the leaves in my ears.
I stood in front of a willow tree, gently stroked its unique and rough surface with my hands, closed my eyes, and suddenly felt that I was lost in the night, sighing at my confusion, sighing at everything. I have always liked to recall, review, and never forget, but now I find that the things deeply embedded in my heart have long turned into forgetting in their time. Those memories in memory have gradually traveled far away with the autumn wind.
Time is like a song, singing the heart sounds of the square music, the same mood, the same emotion, the same melancholy. The autumn wind is traceless, the fallen leaves are silent, and the trees are silent, as if it is also a state of survival. The tree in front of me makes me full of inexplicable gratitude. I really hope that I am a tree, quiet, sunny, and peaceful, stepping on the mud under my feet, very down-to-earth. Also, every day is growing secretly.
From then on, it is all about the experience of the tree, as well as its experience and feelings. At this time, maybe I understood the song of the trees and saw the sound of branches and leaves rubbing in the wind. I understand that is a way to say goodbye. Leaves leaving the tree are like clearing out aging and throwing away the old; it is a necessity and an update.
The growth of a tree requires depth and height, and our growth also requires depth and height. We live in uncertainty, can withstand the test of life, and train an independent heart. Some people appreciate it. I can stand on the busiest streets of the capital, and be in harmony with people. No one appreciates it. I can also stand on the loneliest wasteland and be in the spirit of heaven and earth.
Life is the years, but eternity; vicissitudes are not nature, but experience. Life is like palm lines, winding and twisting, and twists and turns, and can always be held in your own hands. Pretend to be kind and cater to everything, let your life be filled with love and be free as you go. Some things are destined and you cannot look back if you miss them. All we can do is forgiveness and forgetting.
Everyone's youth is a tree. Everyone will experience the most important exaggeration in life as time passes, from childishness to maturity, from impulse to calmness, from innocence to careful thoughts. Every hurdle will make you grow and make you stronger. We must live as a tree, take root downwards, stretch upwards, and welcome all the wind, rain and sunshine.
We live different lives because of the same role. When life is restored to a basic state, the lives of all people are so similar: eating, drinking, growing up, and getting old, and walking through the path of life. Time passes, never stops; everything is renewing, and we are growing.
Growth is a tree that always grows up happily without knowing it. Let yourself learn to cherish and become stronger. People are trees that can walk, trees are people who stand. Trees experience wind and rain with people, experience the coldness together, and experience life together.
