Trees are planted everywhere on the streets of Nanning, and some people vividly describe this subtropical city as a green city.
I stopped in front of a tree.
I don’t know what kind of tree this is - I don’t know much about plants, unlike I know about people.
Except for peach trees and plum trees, which can be separated by their fruits, I call all green plants that are taller than me trees.
I don’t want you to tell me what kind of tree it is. I hate classifying trees.
Just like people.
Look, this tree I don’t know is so nice.
Strangeness is a kind of kindness.
This tree stretches out all its arms around, some leaves are enjoying the bright sunshine on it, and some leaves are inhabited by dreams. When you walk over, the dreams are flying like dragonflies.
Some were blocked by grass, but they had no resentment and danced gracefully in the low places where no one cared.
I am so afraid that you wake me up. What kind of tree is this? I left before you came over.
I went back to the hotel you arranged for me and thought about this tree. I thought about the trees that are everywhere on the streets of Nanning.