Today, I'm here again. The tree is very tall, and I can only look at you from a distance under you. You look down at me with an unattainable attitude, like looking at a tiny ant. To you, I may just be an ant-like existence. I've long been used to it.
The thick trunk does not look old. Yes, you are obviously very young, but you already have such height. What is the reason that makes you so eager to grow taller? Why can't you slow down your fast pace, stop for a moment, and enjoy the happiness that growth deserves? Behind the tall and straight body, there is much loneliness hidden.
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