It Doesn't Matter

No boom…boom…boom On the top of the towering mountain, seeds have been sleeping for 50,000 years, perhaps because of this year's rain, or perhaps because of last winter's heavy snow. No one knows the reason, and no one knows what kind of seed it is. It actually began to sprout because of the thunder disaster from the sky, and it was buried next to a willow tree for tens of thousands of years. This willow tree is very different from the willow tree at the foot of the mountain. The intertwined roots of the tree are golden yellow and vaguely exude a scent. If someone is here, this must be a scent he has never seen before. The willow tree is not tall. On the contrary, it is smaller than the willow tree at the foot of the mountain. There is a trace of decay on the straight branches. Over tens of thousands of years, the bark of the tree is covered with traces of exposure to wind, sun, thunder and rain. There is a lightning strike hidden in the bark of the tree, leaving a trace of a lightning strike. No one knows when the willow tree experienced the lightning strike. Those who know it have been left behind in the long river of time without a trace along with the traces of time. There was only a trace of a lightning strike faintly imprinted on the not-so-thick tree trunk. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.