A story about a tree.
The magic of nature probably teaches us what love is in another way.
The original intention of the article was to commemorate a tree that had stood in the Central Plains for hundreds of years, but was eventually wiped out of existence due to human selfish desires.
I firmly believe that "all things have animism". Even though he cannot speak, he has a delicate heart. This is nature.
Waiting silently like Gui Ziyan, loving silently like Qi Chu.
After a long time, looking back, I can still see him smiling and waiting, telling the story of the rise and fall over the past hundred years.
Returning to the son, returning to the son, looking forward to the return of the son.
I don't know what to say, but I hope you can also love this nature.