Old dreams are beautiful and have not been realized, but I am glad that they have haunted my heart.
A tree, growing in the winter of the fourth year, is bare, brown and yellowish, supported only by brown branches. The wind swayed, and it would still listen to my dreams.
Every year young people must come down this road early and then climb this tree and thrive in my life. However, its life is long, the bark is getting more and more than a year, the body is very thin, you need to support yourself, with this home shelter to reach the end of life. That year, you stood here like me, never left this tree, my roots did not know where in a year, never grew such a large tree, its branches flourished, covered the aura of this small tree, shielded you from the wind and rain, shielded the wind and the wind, and made your branches flourish. Your foliage and floral fragrance are so heart-warming. You see, the breath of flowers lingers inside, and you are enjoying the scenery and listening to the words of each tree. And I prefer to believe in your protection of the tree, until forever, now, standing in the loess of this earth, I will truly understand what love is.
The tree guards me, the wind is merciless, the rain is regretless, and it is the most beautiful in this rainy September. There is no frustration and there is never a panic. It will not affect my loneliness, because in addition to the rainy and wet nights, it will also bring me endless loneliness and a trace of sorrow, because of it, my loss, my loneliness.