Inscription: If life can have another form, then I can choose to be a tree, a tree that grows in the world, an independent locust tree, in the noisy red dust, with my own posture, embracing the changing life.
Standing quietly in the corner of the city,
Bathed in dusty fireworks.
Do not envy the tall majesty of the ginkgo tree,
Do not despise the smallness of dogtail grass.
Not attached, not attached,
Stick to where you are,
Live in your own way, in your own way.
In the sun, gently stretch the green arms,
In the dirt, footprints deeply caressed the earth.
The wind comes, bringing a song of joy,
The wind passed, leaving a silence on the ground.
Never say it, never throw it away.
There is no need to tell anyone,
Fine wine car, do not have to crave alms.
Spring, swaying the flowers of a tree,
In autumn, yellow leaves fall from the sky.
Never extravagant, never lost.
Write the memory into the chest socket,
Treat the rainstorm as moisturizer,
Hone the growth into a thick shell.
Straight, hard thorns,
Just to prove to heaven and earth:
I will never back down in the face of harm.
And then, toward the blue sky,
Toward the highest place of the heart,
Hold out my softest branches.
Above, there are white clouds floating by,
Below, there are birds singing.
