I want an article that imitates the tree in front of the window.

Every day is a new beginning for me. I will inadvertently think of my past experience. There is a tree outside the window. I learned later that I really miss the past.

When I was in a daze, I was always absent-minded and inadvertently saw the unchanging old tree. I deeply find that I like it gradually, just like the sunset. The feeling of dusk makes people silent. I will always remember the beauty of dusk at sunrise. The dark blue sky replaced the serene light yellow, so I gradually liked the light blue. At least, it gives me some psychological comfort.

I really want to know the age of this tree and look at its rings! But as soon as I got close to it, I retreated. I look so insignificant in front of it. Perhaps, every life has the right to remain silent. Why should I disturb the quiet life? In fact, won't I always be silent? In the face of problems that I can't face, I will be silent; Embarrassed things, I will be speechless; I will avoid what I can't do. The tree outside the window taught me that in the face of strong sunshine, I will bow my head until I have an umbrella for shading. The passage of time makes me strong, and no one can escape the years, just like birds need wings. Time has created our invisible wings.

There is a tree outside my window, an ice-blue tree that can be seen in the glass. The campus in rainy season makes people linger, and the flowers are really beautiful. Is the romantic season an instant? I really want to know the answer. What will happen to us without youth? Stroking the photos of youth and chewing the faint bitterness, I will read them gently. I have become mature and stable, and I am no longer the little boy in my memory.

I want to have a tree-like youth, from green to yellow, and finally to transparent white. Maybe I thought too early, so I will take a plane and get on a train that doesn't return tomorrow. I realized that I should know how to cherish.

I can't bear to forget the forgotten yesterday, and I don't know today's tomorrow. Time will not allow us to know the future in advance, because the future will give us the baptism of years, the grievances after loss, the tears after the storm, the hugs after darkness ... Perhaps, everything is waiting for us to experience. Living in the lost generation, I will whisper that I belong to the post-80s generation. ...

Gradually fade away from sentimentality, learn from the trees outside the window, and stand there silently, where there is a rustling wind blowing branches and there is a gentle and charming sun. Homesickness fills the inner world, and some wings look forward to tomorrow.

The tree outside the window is still silent, and the people inside the window are still looking at it with ecstasy. ...

There is a tree outside the window. ...