You have been standing there since I can remember, Upright and upright, unchangeable by wind and rain.
As an ordinary tree, you have always been regarded as a dispensable decoration on the earth. In this regard, you remained silent and never tried to defend yourself.
But I know you are not just a tree.
Every leaf of yours is filled with the laughter and laughter of my entire childhood. You are the carrier of time, witnessing the growth of several generations and becoming their childhood playmate and middle-aged haven. A pot of tea for old age. In every story, you stand silently, but you never make a sound. Birds have built their nests in your body, and insects have drilled holes and hid under your feet. You are their home, giving them vitality and vitality. However, you never said anything.
You are a book, fluttering in the wind in silence. I finally understand your silence in the withering leaves - dedication should never ask for reward.
When the storm comes, the flowers that are usually so proud are suddenly covered by the soil. And you, who have always been silent, benefited from your daily efforts to absorb water and strengthen your branches. At this moment, you are like a majestic general, defying the wind and rain. You stand as always, unmoved by the wind and rain, and bring peace to the panicked people. Conquerable hope.
You are a book, as stable as a mountain in the storm. I finally understand your strength when everything is in panic - the strong wind knows the strength of the grass. The strong never need to boast, as long as they keep working hard, they can stand alone in the face of crisis.
In the severe cold of winter, all the green leaves on your body have faded, and your desolate branches are swaying in the cold wind. People laugh at your fragility, and a little north wind takes off your clothes. You don't blame them. You understand the ancient laws of metabolism. The spring breeze blows, and you return in silence with more prosperous greenery. People are only surprised by your tenacious vitality, but they cannot see the light of your thoughts. You tolerated their ignorance. In midsummer, you supported them without hesitation.A green shade provides people with a shade.
You are a book that follows the rules in the changing of seasons and remains calm in the long river of time. I finally understood your great wisdom amidst people’s doubts - as long as your heart is strong enough and you know the way of heaven, you will not belittle yourself when you are frustrated and not show off when you are proud. Be tolerant of those who don't understand you and prove your worth with wisdom.
As spring passes and autumn comes, you are a book full of philosophy on the earth, quietly waiting for someone to interpret it.
You have always stood there, upright and unchangeable, as if you were telling me that this is how you should be as a human being.
