Stand far enough away and watch

Source: Public number Dragon only

Author: Nanzai Resident

I often look at a tree in a daze, and when I am in a daze, I think of those distant days when the wind and rain are shaking.

Every time I pass by a big tree, many strange waves will be stirred up in my heart. It's not just because I pity this tree that has gone through too much wind and rain, nor because it's a towering tree. The straight branches, the calm posture, and the tenacious perseverance alone are enough to make people linger. I once remember those days when the wind and rain were in the same boat, the wind on all sides, to varying degrees, attacked the tree, and even the winds everywhere gathered and rushed to try to uproot the tree. The east wind passed, and the west wind picked up. The south wind went, and the north wind rolled over. The tree, at least on the surface, calmly coped; no matter how strong the wind did not even sway its branches. The tree understands a truth, as long as one branch swings, the other branches will swing twice, three times, and finally, all the branches will shake, and even affect the stability of the trunk. Therefore, no matter how cold the wind hit, the tree did not move any branch at all. I also stood in the cold wind, witnessed the strength, composure, calmness, and patience of the tree, and witnessed the tree sweep away all obstacles and stand firmly. I was deeply touched by his perseverance, and it can be said that I have never seen a tree with such a tenacious vitality, nor have I ever seen such a determined branch, nor have I ever seen a pillar that can grow into a towering tree in the torment of wind and rain. Whenever I see a tree, the feeling of worship is hidden in my heart. I think at least because the foundation of the tree is very solid, perhaps because it has gone through too many tribulations and knows how to get through it. Perhaps life has experienced the firmness of the big tree, and because of this, in the stormy days, I used to worry deeply about the big tree, and practice proved that worry was superfluous.

The tree never looked a little haggard, but it looked a little tired, tired with a little loneliness, a little helplessness in the forbearance, anger filled with contempt, contempt triggered infinite motivation, and the motivation made the tree grow gradually. When I saw the meaning of understanding and help in its gaze, the weak heart began to impulsively. So, around the big tree, I planted the small tree by hand, and let the small tree hold hands to form a barrier to protect the big tree, tightly covering the surrounding of the big tree. When the cold wind hit again, the small tree blocked it. The wind is angry, and it transfers all its hatred to me, and strikes, slanders, and wantonness, and surges at me. I have borne too many injuries alone in order to keep a big tree from harm, and I have also drawn spiritual nourishment from the big tree, calmly surviving the shaking of the east, west, south, and north winds. Although I have not shed too many tears, nor have I bent my waist, after all, I have become haggard; the heat of the world, the reversal of right and wrong, is enough to relive it. After the wind and rain, the big tree turned into a towering tree, but the big tree never knew that there were small trees around me silently guarding it. When it looked down, it inadvertently found these natural barriers, and it was so moved that it bent down, so excited that all the branches began to shake. Unfortunately, by this time, I was already sick, leaving the little tree beside the big tree and walking away silently.

After leaving the tree, I ran forward desperately, and the tree gradually blurred and distant. Suddenly, there was a thunderclap in the sky, and I was afraid of hurting the tree, so I quickly rushed back and blocked the tree with my body. The thunder gradually subsided, and I quietly left again, walking in the opposite direction of the tree, standing far enough away from the tree, and from then on, never to return to the side of the tree. One day, the big tree was lonely, and sent all the little trees to look for my traces from all directions. I hid in a secluded place and saw small trees calling and running, anxious and pitiful. However, I never showed my face.

After leaving the tree, I felt as if I had accomplished a sacred mission. Any feelings will not last long, but a certain stage belongs to you. When it belongs to you, it is enough as long as you have a clear conscience. After leaving the big tree, some small trees followed me. Seeing the little tree following me reverently, I had a whim and decorated the little trees with wisdom. So, I installed some lines on the small tree and added small lights. During the day, those little trees looked ordinary. Whenever midnight comes, the small trees become dazzling scenery throughout the city. Red, green, blue, yellow, white, all in stark contrast. I lingered under the colored trees, admiring the different charms of each kind of lantern. Red charm, like plum blossoms, warm and warm; green eyes, like herbs, full of vitality; blue clarity, like the ocean, turquoise calm; yellow delicate, like a princess, noble and elegant; white cold, like ice flowers, pure and extraordinary. I carefully decorated each of the small trees that followed me, so that they would take on a unique appearance in the night. The world is colorful because of the existence of small trees, and because of the chicness of small trees, it brings beauty to people's perspectives. Not only that, I also used my mind to beautify the grass at the foot of the small tree, and when the ordinary grass looked up at the style of the small tree, I understood her envy, and simply added artificial beauty to the grass. I netted the grass with wires in the shape of a net pocket. Then, different shapes of colored lights are installed on the net pocket, and the colors are regularly alternating, and the various colors echo each other. The breeze blew and trembled one by one. The red light goes out and the green light is replenished; the green light goes out, and the blue light keeps up; the blue light goes out and the white light shines; all the colors flash in a balanced and rhythmic way, making the vision rich and dynamic. The grass is no longer the foil of the small trees, it is a unique style, another kind of scenery.

A big tree is a big tree, and it can't become a small tree; a small tree is a small tree, and it can't grow into a big tree; a small grass is a small grass, and it can't become a small tree; however, a big tree has the backbone of a big tree, but it lacks the softness of a small tree; a small tree has the flexibility of a small tree, but it lacks the majesty of a big tree; the small grass has the low profile of a small grass, but it lacks the abundance of a small tree. The big trees, the little trees, the little grass, when I stood far enough away and watched, were one and the same. Without any kind of scenery, there is a lack of regret. So, I understood that a distant view is more valuable than a close view!