I wonder what strange wind it is to appreciate the original text.
Blow a tree over there—
The end of the plain
On the cliff near the deep valley
It listens to the sound of the distant forest.
The singing of the stream in the deep valley
It stood there alone.
Appear lonely and stubborn
Its bent body.
Leave the shape of the wind
It seems that it is about to fall into a deep valley.
But it's like spreading your wings and flying. ......