Modern Lao Dao
Trees and human images are planted everywhere in the streets and alleys of Nanning.
This subtropical city is simply compared to Greentown.
I stopped in front of a tree.
I don't know what kind of tree it is-I know very little about plants, unlike me who can tell people apart.
Besides peach trees and plum trees, you can put them in fruit.
Besides, I planted all the green plants taller than me.
Everything is called a tree.
I don't want you to tell me what kind of tree this is, I
I hate classifying trees and trees.
Just like people.
Look, I don't know how good this tree is.
Strangeness is a kind of kindness.
The tree stretched out all its arms.
Some leaves are enjoying the bright sunshine sprinkled on them, and some leaves are dwelling on dreams. You walk over and dream.
Fly like a dragonfly.
Some are blocked by grass, but there is no resentment.
Dancing in the deserted lowlands.
I'm afraid you'll wake me. what kind of tree is it?
Tree, I left before you came.
I went back to the hotel you arranged for me and thought about this tree.
Trees, like trees everywhere on the streets of Nanning.