Content: There is a lonely little tree on the vast wasteland. Write a poem called "The Scenery of a Tree".

In this vast land,

No, it's a lifeless wasteland; Looking around, only yellow weeds fell on the bare loess in bits and pieces.

You see, there, there, that is a tree, only it stands alone on the bare chest of the earth, a tree, a tree on an independent wasteland, it stands firm and grows desperately, although it is weak and lonely, but what is it? Because its vitality is a beautiful scenery.