"Little tree, what do you say you live for?"

Looking at the dying man leaning on her, he shook the leaves helplessly, and the man lowered his head and sighed, "Don't you know either?" ”

I have been in this small courtyard for almost 10,000 years, watching families live here, watching children from birth to death, watching people gather and disperse.

I never understand, what do I live for?

The boy I planted has died, and he has turned to bones and ashes beside me. Time flies, and I no longer remember his name, I no longer remember what he looked like.

I just remember him asking me, "What are you living for?" ”

In the autumn of that year, fighting raged and many people were displaced. The people who lived in the courtyard also fled, and gradually I turned yellow and withered branches.

The flames of war burned for months, winter quietly replaced winter, and the vast snow covered the traces of the war, as if nothing had happened, but the sound of war and wailing in the distance was still endless.

After the heavy snowfall, more than a dozen soldiers carried a man in white into the courtyard, and the man was covered in blood and dying.

They were busy inside and out, and the snow was getting heavier and heavier. The next morning, the man woke up slowly, and after a few words of explanation to the soldiers, the two soldiers stayed behind to take care of him, and the rest left.

The two soldiers found all the usable things left by the previous family, and gave him everything that could be used.

Half a month passed, and the man gradually recovered but had no intention of leaving. Somehow, I always felt like he was staring at me all the time.

Until that day, he took a broom to sweep the snow around me, "It's a pity that the good tree withered like this." ”

When he was healed, he cut off my dead branches and watered me day after day. Winter is slowly drawing to a close, and I silently sprouted new shoots that spring. He was very happy, leaning on me all day long, reading books and taking naps.

On that day, a soldier in armor delivered a letter. After he saw it, his eyes darkened, "It's time to come."

He looked up to me, "What do people live for?" ”

To live, for what?

What is the purpose of living?

The boy whose name I don't remember didn't get an answer until the day he died, what the hell is he living for? Is it just to grow up, get married, have children, and grow old......

The green leaves that had just grown slowly fell because of my distress, and he picked up the fallen leaves and smiled, "You want to know too, right?" I'd love to know. ”

He lowered his head and sighed, his face was depressed, "I have fought for this country for many years, and I have killed countless people, and before the night those who died will come to me, and they will say that I am just a knife to kill people for the emperor." Gradually, I began to doubt myself, what am I doing all this for? For the sake of our people? ”

He didn't water me again for the next month, and he seemed anxious and irritable since he read the letter. Every day, he always looks at me in the house, and there are words in his mouth.

It was snowing heavily that day, and the group broke into the yard, grabbed him and beat him without saying a word.

He knelt on the ground and said angrily, "What is this doing, Your Highness Princess?!" Did the minister offend the princess in any way? ”

"You know what you've done yourself!"

"Minister, I don't know."