-Gossip
A tree
Stand quietly at the crossroads
No sorrow, no joy, no love, no dust.
It has grown into a landscape in people's minds.
Numerous years of baptism and Zen bloom together.
Some people transplanted it into flowerpots.
A calm day without wind, frost, rain and snow.
Beneath the lush green appearance.
That heart, withered like rotten wood.
Longing for the warmth of sunshine and rain
Comfort will only turn you into a bonsai.
Let people appreciate, the numb branch is tears.
Sunshine is in my heart, close at hand.
Sunshine is only separated by a wall in the distance.
I can hear your breathing when I'm near.
Now the familiar smell has become the farthest distance.
One step forward is a tree blooming.
Taking a step back is an eternal watch.
Let me be a flower tree that I will appreciate all my life.
There is no biting wind and rain.
Will I still be a snow pine tree?
My position is the watch of life.
Eyes involved in the footsteps of the four monsoon.
Isn't my stillness a yearning?
The branches and leaves sway, and the wind will dance alone in the clothes of trees.
The wind has taken away the heart of the tree. Where should the tree go?
The wind can't feel the heart of the tree, but the tree can understand the wind.
Every time I cross my body, it hurts to the bone.
Just moved by the sky that broke out in silence.
As a tree, I have no choice.
No matter where you plant, you should take root.
My home is where there is dirt.
The earth that gives me warmth and milk is my mother.
I have to stand on thick land.
I'm not afraid of sunshine and rain.
There are five flavors of earthly fireworks.
Let me know the world of mortals.
I only have one thought in the face of the sky.
More birds, more flowing white clouds.
Look at the attitude of the goshawk passing through the clouds.
Listen to the melodious crow.
Seasonal variation and overlap
It won't make me decadent.
As long as I can hear the wind
In my heart, I can hold a beautiful world of cooking smoke.
I don't smell of flowers or grass.
I also dream of staying in the sea for too long.
I also imagine the prosperity in the sky.
But without the company of earth, you will be laughed at as a stick.
One step forward is a tree blooming.
Taking a step back is an eternal watch.
I am a tree and have no choice.
Sandstorms and fog, snow and ice and extreme cold
It will ruin my green vomit, but it can't stop my flowers from blooming.
I dance with the footsteps of the sun, burning my youth.
With the jumping of the seasons, I have matured the wilderness of my thoughts.
Stunning and fragrant flowers will not confuse the speed of walking.
English is declining and the grass is green.
I interpret life as a tree.
I'm not afraid to plant me anywhere.
Life is a lonely journey.
As long as I live differently every day, even if I die.
I also want to carve my body into the last piece of furniture in my life.
Because my roots are deeply rooted in the earth
I won't hesitate in the wind.
I am a tree that has experienced many vicissitudes.
You are my heart and I am your legend.
Rain is the tears of the wind.
Every drop of water makes the earth more solid.
Trees with lush foliage are the gentleness of the wind.
Flowers bloom and fall again and again.
The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, which is a deep affection for the wind.
Only by swaying in the wind can you feel the surge of blood.
The most painful thing is to choose.
If you have a choice, you will have a biting pain.
But the wind will turn back. It's a whisper.
A selfless listening beyond the three realms and not in the five elements
The higher you stand, the lonelier you are. The sky can hold all of you.
But can you blow away all the haze? Flowers, stars and the moon can't keep your footsteps.
Only forests and trees will slow you down.
Stop the heartbeat and feel the fragrance of dew.
As long as you have been here, even if there is no footprint.
A scratch, a trace of green will have no regrets.
The longing, the warmth, the eyes and the heart
Only by understanding trees and trees can a tree blossom and meet in this life.
-Blow, the mission of the wind is to come and go without a trace.
Every time you come at me, I get excited and blush.
You are my long-awaited desire, and I never use words.
Can read each other, can understand the impulse of rapid heartbeat.
-scrape, Haitian is dyed red by dust.
Come and have a rest under my tree with your drowsiness and fatigue.
I can't give you a world and a heaven.
But I can give you a comfortable shade.
Rejection and silence are redundant thoughts.
Two hearts have begun to merge in hot water.
The tree suddenly has the wings of the wind and the pride of the wind.
Two lonely hearts collided and killed the shining eternity.
The wind is crying, and tears are flowing in the heart of the tree.
The sadness of the tree hurts the soul of the wind.
Hold hands with each other, whether it's heaven or hell
The gibberish of the tree and the wind will never leave.
The sea is vast, and the wind has no reason to stay.
The sky is boundless, and there is no other shore where the wind can inhabit.
Then, the tree and the wind hugged each other tightly.
Stay with selfless passion and true feelings between heaven and earth.
Trees and winds are quiet and smart.
Mutual penetration and overlap will make flowers bloom all over the tree.
Will flourish in spring. Because the roots of trees are rooted in the soil.
The expectation of the wind flies for nine days, and the fireworks on earth are brighter.
Because trees know your fortitude and flexibility best, and your gentle language best-
The wind is a dynamic rhythm and the tree is a static Sanskrit.
The wind is a flying passion, and the tree is a persistent watch.
Every nonsense of the wind is an impact, and every listening of the tree is a throb.
One step forward is the message of the tree and the wind, and the next step is the eternity of the wind and the tree.
-Tree talk.