Banyan

A person sets out from the county seat, walks for a thousand years, and then dies. This is not a salvation story. There are no heroes, no destiny, no one destined to save anything. Just an ordinary person who taught, married, and sent away everyone he knew. He walked from the county seat to the county seat, and from the county seat to further places. He has met countless people and heard countless stories. He is the digger of stories, and we are the listeners of stories. The banyan tree will grow old and the era will end, but the story will remain.