In the vast world, in the vast sea of people, in the mountains and rivers, in the grasslands, in the forests and gardens, as long as you could relax your mind, you would realize that you were just a passer-by in a hurry. A passer-by who came in a hurry and left in a hurry. Moreover, he was so small and insignificant.
Every night, especially when the moon was bright and the wind was clear. If you held a wisp of breeze and a sleeve of moonlight, standing in the wilderness and looking up. Looking far into the distance, you would find yourself between heaven and earth. Compared to the height of the sky and the vastness of the earth, you were so small that you felt like you were not even a grain of sand. Dust and sand would always be blown away by the wind and rain, either with the wind or with the water. As for himself? He didn't know where he was or where his heart was. What mysterious power would send him to his final resting place? His tiny heart tightened, filled with horror, desolation, and sorrow. After the wind and rain, the dust and sand would either cover the sky or the earth. The momentum that covered the sky was so domineering, and the mood of the earth was so stable. The faint ripples would always leave traces on the silted beach. As for himself, he came in a hurry, came quietly, left in a hurry, and left without a sound. The earth was still spinning, the sky was still blue, and the water was still clear. It would only add a little sadness to the person who loved him and the person he loved. Since that's the case, I'm insignificant to the bright world. Why don't I put down all the distracting thoughts in the world of mortals and let go of my emotions? Whether it was coming or going, with his selfless heart, with the most beautiful thoughts in his heart, with a trace of tenderness, he left a trace of love for the space where he lived.
In the early spring, when the sun was setting, you stood in the desert and enjoyed the sacred scene of flowers blooming and falling. He fantasized about the graceful pavilion on the road, hoping for the melodious joy of the flute, watching the sunset glow on the long river, and the breeze swaying the mighty desert smoke. The setting sun that was about to recede cast a faint layer of golden light on the vast Gobi Desert. You would find yourself still so small, so small that you could not even compare to an unknown small wildflower in the desert. This little wildflower may not have been in the hall of elegance, but it still spent the time of the season with its fiery emotions. When the horse trod on it, although its fragrance had turned into soil, its life had turned into dust, and its heart was full of tenderness, it had a shining youth and a life without regrets. As for himself? But she was still worried, not knowing where her flowers bloomed or how she wilted. Since that was the case, why not take advantage of the fact that he was in his prime and still had a breath of vitality to desperately sprinkle his sweat? He would also let his holy soul bloom for his youth, for his spring scenery, for the grace of the long pavilion on the roadside.
In the light summer, you came to the south of the Misty Rain River, facing the gurgling water and enjoying the drizzle. He thought of the twenty-four bright moons, holding the green leaves and red flowers that connected the sky, the grand occasion of West Lake, and a lotus pen pointing at the sky. The broken bridge is still covered with snow, and the west wing is full of tears. Holding a glass of wine in hand, sprinkling a glass of tears to comfort the river, watching a wisp of smoke from the chimneys soften the scenery of the water village fish market. Dip in the light ink of the heart, show the love of the plain paper, with a full of tenderness, graceful and restrained the red umbrella on the bridge, rippling the song on the bow. You will find yourself still so small. It was far smaller than a small boat floating in the curved blue waves. A small boat could even carry people's joy and sorrow. As for himself? He could only worry about the worries of others. It was a waste to add a little trouble to others. The Acacia Tree on the shore, its branches sheltering pedestrians, and its exposed, tangled roots recounted the changes of the times. The bright moon in the clear sky, the night was refreshing. As for himself, he was full of melancholy and enthusiasm. It could not bring people refreshment, nor could it bring others cheerfulness. He could only grieve alone over the desolation of the world, but he could not comfort the faint sorrow of others. Since that was the case, why not shake off his wings? He was not like a flying swan, but also like a firefly. Even if there was a little light, a flash of light, it was better than doing meaningless disputes in helplessness.
In the middle of summer, you came to the north of the Great Wall and south of the Yangtze River. Facing the vast grassland, you would find that the grassland was full of vitality because of the running sheep. The flock of sheep set off the white clouds, and the white clouds enchanted the clear sky. The unknown grass flowers decorated the gorgeous grassland, and the unfathomable blue sky made the circling eagles strong. Horseshoes galloped, stirring your heart, and the crisp sound of whips clicked on your dreams. The long rhythm of the horse-headed zither strikes your thoughts. At this time, you will find that you are still so small, so small that you are far less than the eagle soaring in the sky. After all, the eagle had fought with its sharp claws for its own survival. After all, for its own ideals, it had proudly traveled thousands of miles in the sky. As for himself, he spent all his time thinking about how he was born at the wrong time and lamented the injustice of fate. He was full of endless complaints all day long. Looking at the wildflowers on the grassland, thinking about the eagles in the sky, why not put down all the complaints and occupy the airspace of the heart that belongs to you.
At the beginning of autumn, you came to the foot of the Changbai Mountains and faced the waves of the forest. The autumn wind blew and the waves roared. The green leaves had lost their former luster and were now floating in the wind with a faint yellow hue. I don't know if the tree is tired of Ye's style, or if Ye has abandoned the original intention of the tree. Or was it that heaven's will was hard to go against, each had their own difficulties. They were deeply infatuated with each other's beauty. The drifting leaves, after a few turns, finally returned to the roots of the tree. What kind of affection was this, and what kind of original intention was this? When you are in love, you will find that you are still so small. You are far less than a leaf. In the early spring, the green leaves set off the red flowers, but they were silent. In the early summer, people watched the flowers fly all over the sky, the lotus hoe buried the fallen leaves, and used their own warmth to sweep the red flowers all over the ground. Who could care about the sadness of the leaves? In midsummer, the green leaves covered the sun and the clear sky for the tree, and with their fire-like enthusiasm, they sent wisps of breeze to the tree. At the beginning of autumn, the leaves turned a faint yellow. When life was about to end, they were still persistent in wanting to give all their passion to the tree. If he didn't like the first appointment, he wouldn't let down the hospitality of the four seasons. In late autumn, the leaves were still proving that they would do their best for the tree shoes, from the initial tender bud alliance to the initial love of Shaohua, and then to the helpless season. Let the merciless cold wind strip away the broken dreams that he relied on to survive, drifting everywhere. In the end, they still had to remember their vows of eternal love with the tree. They surrounded the roots of the tree and returned to the earth. In the coming year, the new green will still be endowed with vitality, and there will be no regrets in this life. Since that's the case, why don't I take advantage of this lifetime to abandon all distracting thoughts, no longer lament about the rare half-day of leisure, and use my life's hard work to recommend Xuanyuan, whom I recognize.
At dawn, when you came to the valley and faced the tall mountains and towering peaks, you would still feel that you were so small. If you pay attention and look up, you will find that it is not the trees at the top of the mountain that lift up the white clouds and blue sky, nor is it the person standing on the peak, the peak on the peak. It was a mountain, a real mountain. You would discover the magnificence of the mountain's body, the magnificence of the mountain's style, the magnificence of the mountain's heroic soul, and the magnificence of the mountain's imposing manner. The mountain was always solid and straight into the clouds. Shan's style was simple, and he had never made any declaration about his greatness. Shan's perseverance was tenacious, and he had never bent his knees to the ravages of the storm. The spirit of the mountain was great. No matter how the world changed, no matter what kind of waves were under his feet, he always stood upright between heaven and earth. His body was always so tall and strong. If you are unwilling to give out your deafening cry in the deep valley, you will hear nothing but your own trembling echo. If you are still unwilling, you might as well raise your feet, wave your hands, kick it, and shake it. You will find that in addition to the pain in your feet and the numbness in your arms, your good intentions can only be laughed at. Since everything was in vain, why not drink a cup of dirty wine and let himself go? Let the wind and rain drift, free and unfettered in the world of mortals, look down on the clouds and rain, and let his mentality always be detached.
In the early morning, when you came to the sea, you saw the vastness of the sea, the azure blue of the sea, and the sails on the horizon. Your heart will be open, your vision will be wide. A hundred boats and a thousand sails were the vitality of the sea. Ten thousand trees in spring before the sick tree was the sigh of life. When you looked at the ebb and flow of the tide, you would still feel that you were so small, so small that you were not even a drop of water in the ocean. When the tide rose, the waves rolled and rushed to your feet. All the filth that was hidden was washed to the shore. When the tide fell, you would find that besides the filth that you hated, there was also the beach that was paved by the tide. Smelling the fishy smell of the sea and the humidity of the air would stir up your emotions. Looking at the harmonious ripples on the beach silted up by the tide, your thoughts would suddenly become active. The ocean was broad. It was because of its breadth that it could accommodate the water of hundreds of rivers, and it would make every drop of water not dry up. The feelings of the sea had a long history. It was precisely because it had a long history that it could accommodate all the rivers and accept all the dirt that humans could not tolerate, but maintain its eternal nature. The sea's vision was broad, and it was precisely because of this that the sea could witness the vicissitudes of life without changing color rashly. Dahai's heart was deep, and it was precisely because of his deep heart that he was able to watch the wind and clouds in silence, forever maintaining the same azure blue as the sky. Every drop of water could merge with the surging waves as long as it flowed into the sea, exploding with endless power. Every drop of water would never dry up as long as it merged into the sea. There would always be a tenacious vitality. This was the essence of Dahai's inner world, the greatest embodiment of Dahai's broad-mindedness. Since that was the case, why should I still be depressed? Why not turn myself into a drop of water and merge into the sea, becoming a sign of life that would never dry up? To follow the waves and unleash the same infinite power as everyone else.
I stand in the night with the clear wind and bright moon. The clear wind and bright moon can listen to and read my heart. I stood in the vast Gobi, the vast Gobi could stimulate my pride. I stood at the bridgehead of the water village. The smoke from the chimneys on the first floor of the water village could comfort my loneliness. I stood on the vast grassland, the smoke that was shaking straight could ease my pain. I stood at the edge of the forest, the love of the leaves could soothe my restless state of mind. I stand at the foot of the mountain, the majestic peaks can echo my resonance. I stood by the sea, the vastness of the sea could broaden my mind and purify my soul.
Since I'm just a passerby, since I'm so small, since I'm so insignificant, since I can't cause any waves in this world with my own strength, why not take the strengths of the other schools to make up for my shortcomings? Why not extract the essence of all things to achieve the sublimation of one's personality? Why not fulfill your promise, learn from the best of others, and be the best of yourself? Even if he was like a firefly, disappearing in a flash. But after all, there was a trace of light in the dark night sky, leaving behind time, adding to the fleeting years, regretting time, and shining on the smiles of others.
The mountain was solemn, so solemn that it wouldn't frown at any changes in the weather. The Mountain was serious, so serious that his body would not tremble because of any wind or clouds. The mountain was quiet and peaceful, and he would not change his mind because of the changes of the seasons throughout the year. The mountain was honest, so honest that it could always rely on water to raise the people. The mountain was also heartless, so heartless that it could not tolerate any disrespect or blasphemy.
This morning, after waking up early, Mei Zi and Su Runmiao led their son to start his first official life experience. She led her son to the mountain first. In her son's mind, since it was not even six o'clock yet, which was a little past five o'clock, she felt that she had woken up early enough. However, when they came to the mountain, they saw many children. Among these children, there were some who were younger than their son. Some were carrying baskets on their backs, while others were carrying jars. Everyone was already busy talking and laughing. Mei Zi and Su Runmiao led their son forward. They heard their son ask a child,"Little friend, what's your name?”When the child heard his son's voice, he raised his head and said,"Yo, our distinguished little guest is here. My name is Li Menghai. On the day I was born, my father dreamed of the sea, so he named me Li Menghai. It wasn't until a few years ago that my father realized that the sea in his dreams was different from the real sea.”"How old are you?" asked his son.”"I'm nine years old. That little baldy over there is my younger brother. He's six years old."”"How old are you?" Li Menghai asked again.”"I'm seven." his son replied. At this moment, Li Menghai called his brother's name,""Li Mengshan, come and see our guests. You should call him brother. The guest is one year older than you.”"What are you doing?" asked his son.”"I'm picking mushrooms, and my brother is catching scorpions.”"Why don't you get up early and go to the park to play?" asked the son. It was really fun there. There were people practicing Taiji, flying kites, and all kinds of birds and animals.”At this moment, the child named Li Mengshan ran over and smiled at his son." Brother customer." His son replied proudly! Li Menghai spoke as soon as his son's voice fell. "We don't have a park here. I only heard from my teacher that there are parks in the city. I've also read about parks in books, and it was from the book that Boss Li gave us. When I have the chance in the future, I will definitely go to the park in the city to take a look.”Li Mengshan also shouted,"Brother, I'll go too. Brother Guest, let's go together."”"Brother Menghai, your father dreamed of the sea and named you Menghai. Then your father must have dreamed of Dashan and named your brother Dashan."”Meng Hai replied," No, because after my father gave me a name, he said that it was the sea in his dream. He had never seen the sea before and didn't know what the sea looked like. Therefore, when his younger brother was born, he said that he could not randomly give names anymore. It would not be good if he made a fool of himself. Big Mountain faced it every day, so he named his younger brother Meng Shan. His father even said that this time, it would definitely not be wrong.”The son smiled and said,"What are your father and the others doing now?"”Li Menghai said," A few years ago, the mountains were poor. My father and mother left my younger brother and me at home and went out to work. My younger brother had just learned how to walk.”"Then how do you live?" his son asked Li Menghai. "The two of us lived with Grandpa and Grandma, but life wasn't so tiring back then. This was because no one came to pick the things on the mountain, and no one came to catch the scorpions. Think about it, just pluck it and catch enough for your own use. How much can your own family use? It was useless to pick more. "Now that Boss Li is here, we have more than we can use at home. We'll process them at home and bring them to the purchasing station. We'll give them to Boss Li and turn them into money. My dad is in Boss Li's team! My mother is processing mushrooms, scorpions, and centipedes at home. Our family can earn more than 5,000 yuan a month now! It turns out that we don't have a hundred yuan left in the end of the year.”When his son heard this, he obviously felt sad for Li Menghai. He was slightly stunned and said,"Then do you welcome me to your house this afternoon?”Li Menghai said happily,"Of course I'm willing. You're very welcome to be a guest at our house."”When his son heard this, he was very happy and said,"Then from now on, you and your brother will be good friends. When you're in the city, can you look for me if you need anything?”Mei Zi and Su Runmiao listened to their son's words and giggled. Su Runmiao smiled and asked her son,"Bao 'er, what can you do for me?" You asked him to look for you." "I'll be all grown up by then," his son said."I'll definitely be able to help them. Alright, I won't talk to you two sisters anymore. I want to learn how to pick mushrooms and catch scorpions from Brother Menghai. His son, Meng Hai, and Meng Shan went to pick mushrooms and catch scorpions. Not long after, she heard her son crying and running back. "What's wrong, Bao 'er?" Mei Zi and Su Runmiao asked.”Meng Hai ran over and said,"It's fine. I was stung by a scorpion."”As Meng Hai spoke, he searched under the tree and pulled out a blade of grass. It was a blade of grass with round leaves. As he chewed, he said,""The children in your city are so delicate. They start crying when the scorpion stung them. Look at my little brother, he's even younger than you! Who knew how many times he had been stung by scorpions all day long! She spat out the crushed grass in her mouth and applied it to the area where her son had been stung. She then picked up three leaves and handed them to her son."Chew it up and swallow it. It'll be fine in a while. It won't hurt anymore.”Sure enough, after his son sobbed for another ten minutes, the pain really stopped. A child was a child. As long as it didn't hurt, she would start to feel good. His son smiled at Mei Zi and Su Runmiao and said,"Sisters, why are the children in the mountains so capable? He was even more capable than the doctors in the city! It really doesn't hurt anymore." After his son finished speaking, he jumped up again and chased after Meng Hai and Meng Shan.
Mei Zi asked Su Runmiao,"Hey! I was once stung by a scorpion in my hometown. When I went to the hospital, the doctor did it and it hurt for a few days!”Su Runmiao listened to Mei Zi's words and tears welled up in her eyes. He Meizi said,"Meizi, you don't know. Although you grew up in the countryside, your economy is much more developed than ours." Although the living conditions were different from those in the city, they were not that bad. Even if he had to go to the city to do something, because of the convenient transportation, it would not delay the matter. However, we can't do it here. The situation in the mountains today is completely different from three years ago before Boss Li came. The original mountain people were no different from animals when they were poor to a certain extent. Although there was electricity, there was no television, no radio, and no entertainment. They just ate and went to bed early. Sometimes, when she was bored, she would secretly do things between men and women. Anyway, the people here didn't have the complicated thoughts and concepts like you, so almost all the married women didn't care about chastity. Because life was too monotonous and boring. Once they reached the extreme, people would always pursue some kind of excitement as a way to live and support their spirits. Other than the spiritual life and the animals, it was the behavior in real life. Think about it, in this deep mountain, if people were bitten by snakes, could they go to the hospital? No. Therefore, it was unknown who in that generation had observed it. It was said that he was once bitten by a snake while picking herbs on the mountain. Just as he was about to die, he found a tiger eating a grass under a tree. It went to apply it on the little tiger that had been bitten by a snake, and then spat the chewed grass to the little tiger. Therefore, the person went to the tree to find the grass. He ate it and applied it, and as expected, he did not die. Thus, this prescription was passed down from one to ten, until today. Therefore, although the people in the mountains were ignorant, many of their life experiences had been tried by many people, so they were definitely more direct and useful. Unlike the husbands in your country and the city, they like to find evidence in books no matter what. The prescriptions and methods to treat external injuries, especially scorpion bites and snake bites, had been preserved after countless people had tried with their lives. It was said that during the eight years of the war, the scattered and unorganized mountain people relied on the Snake Formation to block a Japanese exploration team that was about to take a detour from here. Otherwise, the consequences will be unimaginable." Su Runmiao raised her hand and looked at her watch."It's ten o'clock. The people in the mountains have started eating lunch. It's time for us to go home.”
Sure enough, Meng Hai and Meng Shan brought their son to Mei Zi and Su Runmiao, talking and laughing all the way. "Sisters, you promised Little Brother that you would come to our house for dinner."”Su Runmiao called Meng Hai over and whispered something into his ear. Meng Hai nodded and ran down the mountain quickly. As he ran, he turned around and instructed Meng Shan,""Brother, bring the two sisters and the guest to our house. I have something to do and will go back first.”
Mei Zi, Su Runmiao, their son, Meng Shan, and the others were walking on the mountain road. After a while, they came to a low thatched hut. The houses here were built according to the situation. They were built on a flat place that was not easily washed away by the mountain torrents. They were built with stones and covered with straw. Because the house was low and the windows were very small, and they were all made of paper, the room was a little dark. Even during the day, they had to light up the lights to see the situation in the house clearly. The furnishings in the room were rather simple and crude. There was no furniture. There was only an eight-square table with teapots and tea bowls on it. Then, there was the dining table on the floor. On it were rice bowls, pots, and spoons. Next, there was a brick bed near the window with bedding on it. Even though the cleaning was done quite neatly, one could tell how difficult the lives of the people were from the simplicity of the cleaning. There were a lot of stools because there was no shortage of wood in the mountains. They were all nailed by themselves. Grandma welcomed them warmly and said,"The children are back. Come, let's start eating."”As it was summer, a small flat area in front of the house was temporarily used as a courtyard for the dining table. Meng Hai's mother also came out of the house. When Mei Zi and Su Runmiao saw her, they hurriedly greeted Grandma and Meng Haiti mother. "Big sister, what are you doing?" Mei Zi asked.”Meng Hai's mother said,"Well, you're just busy!" He hung the delicacies that the children had picked up and processed the scorpions that the children had caught. Otherwise, it would go bad if it got moldy. If he sold it again, no one would want it, and it wouldn't be money.”Mei Zi looked around and saw that all the places that could be used had been used. They were all used the southern characteristics that were commonly seen on television. They were woven into round baskets and hung many things to dry.
When the food was served, there was a large basin of rice, a large basin of vegetable soup, and a plate of pickled vegetables. The generosity and generosity of the mountain people were fully reflected on the table. His son picked up a bowl of rice and frowned after a few bites. Meng Hai's mother could tell. She smiled and said,""What's wrong, kid? Do you think the vegetables are not good? Or do you think the food doesn't taste good?" His son shook his head and said,"It's all delicious."”Actually, everyone present knew that their son was lying. Everyone laughed. Meng Hai's mother said," The children in the city are smart. They won't say anything that people don't want to hear." Unlike the children in the mountains, they would say it directly if it was not delicious.”"Bao 'er, have you forgotten what Mommy said before you came?" Mei Zi asked.”His son forced a smile, picked up the bowl again, and ate the rice in big mouthfuls. At the same time, she said,"Auntie, the pickles and soup here are really delicious. It's just that the rice is not delicious."”Meng Hai's mother laughed when she heard this. Su Runmiao and Meng Hai's mother said,""Big sister, the northerners eat rice from the northeast all year round. It grows once a year. "Therefore, the rice they eat has a long growth cycle. It definitely tastes much better than our rice.”When Su Runmiao said this, he turned his head and said to Mei Zi,"Mei Zi, you don't know, but the temperature here is relatively high. We grow three crops of rice a year, and the most delicious rice is planted in autumn. Because it has to go through a winter, the growing period is the longest, and it's also the most delicious rice. The other two seasons were not delicious and were usually used as feed. However, a few years ago, they were all thrown away by us. That was because humans couldn't eat, but there was no shortage of food in the mountains. It was just that he couldn't keep up with the non-staple food because there was no place to buy them. Even if there was a place to buy it, there was no money. Because of the inconvenient transportation, a lot of resources were wasted. Ever since Boss Li came, the economic conditions here had undergone earth-shaking changes. The rice used as feed could also be transported out of the mountain by the mules and horses, and could also be turned into money for the mountain people. Mountain delicacies and whatnot could also be transported out.”"A few years ago, there were people who came to the mountains and said that the people in the mountains were lazy and deserved to be poor." We're not lazy! Think about it, what's the point of us doing it? First, we can't change money, and second, our own family can't consume it. We're wasting our energy. We might as well stay here! Later on, there was a craze to work outside. My husband and I also went out to work. We went out for several years. He didn't even bother to write a letter to his family, because even if he did, he didn't know when it would arrive! Two years ago, she thought that she had been away for too long and it was time to go home. She went home, but when she came back, she decided not to leave. After all, this is our home. We don't have a fixed job, so we can't just wander outside for a long time. When we're old, we'll eventually have to return here. When we went out, our second son had just learned how to walk. When we came back, our second son could run all over the mountain to pick up mountain delicacies and catch scorpions. Moreover, these two children, as well as their parents-in-law, had two thousand yuan in savings at home. This was something that they would never have dared to imagine in the past. Everyone in the mountain was thinking of Boss Li!”When his son heard this, he seemed to have thought of something. "Auntie, have you seen the sea before?”"No," Meng Hai's mother said,"there's no sea in the place where I work." When he returned home, it was the first time he saw the sea on TV.”The son turned his head and asked Mei Zi and Su Runmiao,""Sisters, can't you find some time to drive a few buses and take the uncles, aunties, and grandparents here to see the sea?”Su Runmiao heard his son's words and said, This Bao 'er could really think of something serious. Yes, if we have time, we can bring the villagers along to see the sea. We'll take care of everything." "Why didn't you ask the children?" Su Runmiao asked again.”His son thought for a moment and said,"That's my business." Next summer, I'll ask Mom to organize them to go to our city, to the park, and to the sea. This year, I'll be undergoing tempering in the mountains. Next year, I'll let the children go to the city to broaden their horizons and even let them go to their mother's factory to take a look. He told them that only with knowledge and culture could they…At…" Perhaps his son really couldn't find any words, so he didn't say a word for a long time. "Sister Su, what kind of world did you do great things in?"”"Vast," Su Runmiao said. When his son heard this, he said," Yes, yes, it's vast. The children in the city must learn to be independent and strong like the children in the mountains. Only then can they be successful. I cried once today, and Brother Menghai laughed at me. Don't worry, I won't cry again. Brother Menghai, Brother Mengshan, the three of us will be good friends from now on. Every year during the holidays, if I don't come to your place, you can go to my place, okay?”Meng Hai said," Alright, come on. Let's learn how adults drink by clinking glasses. The three of us will use bowls to touch bowls and drink soup!"”Thus, Meng Hai filled their bowls with soup. The three of them lifted their bowls at the same time and said in unison,"You keep your word. Let's do it!"
Su Runmiao wrote this in his diary tonight. Boss Li's actions told me a profound truth, that is, if you want the water source to never dry up, you must protect the water source. Exploit and utilize water resources reasonably, profitably, and in a controlled manner. If you want your financial resources to not dry up, you have to consider your financial resources and at the same time, let people's wallets bulge. People's enthusiasm was always the first element of your financial resources. If people lost their enthusiasm for you, then your financial resources would immediately dry up.
In his son's small mind, he only considered the shortcomings of urban and rural children to complement each other. He did not know if Su Runmiao had such a profound experience.
The moon asked Wu Tong,"Do you still regret it now?" Didn't you always say that no one would take photos in front of you? However, there were people who would help you to cut the trees, water and fertilise them. Have you ever thought about why I took care of you day and night?”" My inner world is very calm now," Wu Tong replied." Because my leaves can block out a lot of shade and let people spend the hot summer." When I had no leaves, people would always think of the next summer. My big leaves could still block the shade for them, leaving a trace of hope and imagination in people's hearts.”
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