The mango tree has grown taller
The retired uncle watered it
The woman dried the quilt on it
A football flew Come
It bruises the top buds and breaks the young leaves
The mango tree cannot avoid humans
It cannot refuse damage or kindness
It doesn’t even know how beautiful its shadow is by the lake
The mango tree is blooming
The painters shrugged when they walked by< /p>
Because the flower is small and gray
At night, lovers are under the tree——
You smell it, how nice it is, what kind of perfume
The mango tree is trying
to learn a new dance
It does not understand
It has no time to worry or be intoxicated
The mango tree bears fruit
The vendors’ fingertips press the tail of the scale
Some people bargain, some find it sour
Some people send mangoes to the far north
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There, it arouses reverie and awe
The branches and leaves of the mango tree hang low
Like a planet completing its rotation
As for the harvest, it is sweet. Astringent
It didn’t pay attention
The mango tree finally relieved its burden
It didn’t have time to think about it
It did the right thing No
He began to feel lonely
So he grew taller and bloomed again
He delivered sweet and astringent fruits to the world