Now, rather than a big tree, I prefer to call myself a tree hole in the earth. It needs constant pouring of rainwater. After being soaked and corroded, one day I can't stand it anymore and it will slowly grow. I hope that the rain will not kill me, and that the sunshine will shine in from time to time. At that time, I will also try my best to face the sun, but when will that day be...
Purpose: convey life and provide personal joys and sorrows