It's that tree, as far as the eye can see

I'm in the north, it's in the east

Because it's so far away, I don't know its name

Lonely year after year

Lonely day after day

It stands in the four seasons

Weathered by wind, frost, snow and rain

But it stands out even more proudly

That's unique, offbeat

For it was far away from its companions, and it held its head high on a mound

Only the shadow accompanies it, establishing an image, a style

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Over time, I developed an impression of the tree

At the same time, there is also a yearning for worship

It's tall, it's lonely, it's like my heart

One day, I approached it, and it was a northern aspen

Standing in the sacred ancient East

Overlooking it, there are tombs that live next to each other

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Around Dushu, there are industrial parks, and chemical plants are lined up one after another

A miasma of smoke envelops the low-slung villages

People have repeatedly gone to government departments to complain

But the heart of an official is not afraid of being smoked by money

and their eyes were not set on the people

The fight against corruption has become a hypocritical slogan that makes people feel suspicious

Because of its repeated prohibitions

Students are expected to give gifts to their teachers

The hospital is going to give a gift to the doctor

Where did teacher ethics and medical ethics go?

The in-laws have repeatedly been on top

Their once proud image is shrinking

Reduced to a loyal slave to his sons, daughters-in-law, and grandchildren

This is a time when there is no soul to be found

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It's a humble town

Its decadence can be seen behind its exuberance

An old man looking for food in a trash can

A shrew is scolding the street

A pair of young boys and girls are hooking shoulders and shoulders

Their heavy bags are not full of knowledge

It's premature maturity, premature depravity

Some say that now the standard of living has improved

But the shadow of backwardness in morality and quality has been carved in his bones

Is our society progressing?

Are we thinking backwards?

I wandered between the two, questioning

I'm sure there are many people who think the same way

I just didn't dare to shout out

I couldn't help but feel a sad shadow in my heart