Qi He's seventeenth year was a tree with tangled roots. The roots of striving kept surging downward without daring to stop, while the roots of pain struck again and again. Interwoven among them were barbed thorns of resentment, attacking at every opening. The three kinds of roots were tangled together, refusing to yield, devouring the soil's nutrients like wild beasts. But they did not know that above the earth, beyond their sight, the tree had already grown lush and flourishing.
Theme: Stay positive and keep moving forward
