The tree is thousands of feet high, and the fallen leaves return to their roots. I really like the trees that die in autumn, because they are the source of new life.
I love the wind because it is elegant and free. Unknowingly, my love for trees has increased even more, just because it can vividly show the shape of the wind.
Wherever the wind passes, the tree cannot remain indifferent. It will definitely retain the shadow of the wind and itself. Just like me, it also loves the wind and advocates elegance and freedom.
Neither the tree nor I can escape from the ground, but because of the free wind, we have become good friends. Admiring the wind, I planted trees, but the trees died one by one. I couldn't find the answer after asking people today, so I looked for the reason in ancient books...
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