Dirt Road

Brother Xin, I admire you very much. You left your hometown to go to a big city to work hard. After fifteen years of hard work, you finally achieved success. Your spirit of refusing to admit defeat moved me very much. Brother Xin, when you succeeded, you were harmed by the brothers you brought out. I feel wronged and unworthy for you. Brother Xin, Although you have passed away, your spirit will live on forever! Brother Xin, do you still remember the old locust tree at the entrance of the village? It is a testimony that you left your hometown to work hard in the city. Now that you have left, I want to say goodbye to you, just like I watched you leave your hometown to work hard in the city. Farewell, Brother Xin!

Farewell, Brother Xin! The growth rings of the old locust tree at the entrance of the village have engraved your decision to leave your hometown fifteen years ago, and it seems to have foreseen this heartbreaking farewell today. You spent fifteen years of hard work, starting from scratch in a strange city, carving the three words "not admitting defeat" into your bones, and finally fighting for that dawn. However, fate is more cruel than this. The joy of success has not yet been savored, but it has fallen on the brothers you brought up with your own hands. How can you not make people feel sorry for you! Brother Xin, although you ended in tragedy and fell like a real hero, the silent old locust tree will always bear witness for you - the soul of a struggler has never been wasted. Your story and spirit are like the shade of a locust tree, rooted here and everlasting.