It's February, and it's warm and cold. I was overwhelmed by the many troubles in my life; Tempted by the bright spring light, I couldn't help but pick up my camera and go outside the house - it is also a joy to let the wind of the field sing the praises of my back.

The soil paste is slightly moist, and the wheat seedlings poke their heads out slightly; The canal at the edge of the field has just thawed, and it can be described as "crystal like a mirror, newly opened, and the cold light is out of the box." A bright spring light, I don't feel that people feel that "the days are long and the flotsam is light".

When I walked to the end of the field, I suddenly saw a tree—a tree that was undoubtedly not in harmony with the warm scenery around it. The branches are jagged, and the bare root system crawls on the ground like a coiled dragon. The root is the foundation of the tree, just as the heart is the foundation of the person—— a tree with the heart exposed is presenting in front of me!

It shouldn't be here: surrounded by fields, where a tree will undoubtedly compete with the crop for nutrients.

And it grows here alive and flourishes.

At this time, a sigh sounded in my ears: "Little girl, you are also strange...... is a farmer with a vegetable basket in his hand. "Someone once thought of digging it up," he said, looking at the craggy roots of the tree, "but it was so stubborn that it couldn't shake it even after digging for a few meters...... As a last resort, I filled it back in......"

Now, I suddenly felt a sense of awe for this seemingly hideous tree: it should have died a long time ago, but it was not. those days, the days when it will receive the death penalty; How did it survive the days when its heart was going to be dug out naked?! I recorded its hard lines in my camera with great reverence, and later, I washed out the photo and named it "Persistence".

From the leafy foliage of a tree with bare roots, I read persistence.

If the tree is like this, what about the people?

Man may not have the pain of being dug out of his heart and lungs like a tree—man's pain comes from the heart: inertia.

Inertia is like a straw that presses down on your heart one by one. You may not feel anything when you press it, but over time, when that last crucial straw is pressed up, your inner world will collapse. ——People are different from trees, and people's persistence is a kind of active persistence; And the tree is passive. And man is the same as the tree, just as the root of the tree is the same as the heart.

Looking at the bare roots of the leafy tree in the photo, I couldn't help but smile: "Since inertia is like straw, why don't we throw one at him?"

It's February, and it's warm and cold. I was overwhelmed by the many troubles in my life; Tempted by the bright spring light, I couldn't help but pick up my camera and go outside the house - it is also a joy to let the wind of the field sing the praises of my back.

The soil paste is slightly moist, and the wheat seedlings poke their heads out slightly; The canal at the edge of the field has just thawed, and it can be described as "crystal like a mirror, newly opened, and the cold light is out of the box." A bright spring light, I don't feel that people feel that "the days are long and the flotsam is light".

When I walked to the end of the field, I suddenly saw a tree—a tree that was undoubtedly not in harmony with the warm scenery around it. The branches are jagged, and the bare root system crawls on the ground like a coiled dragon. The root is the foundation of the tree, just as the heart is the foundation of the person—— a tree with the heart exposed is presenting in front of me!

It shouldn't be here: surrounded by fields, where a tree will undoubtedly compete with the crop for nutrients.

And it grows here alive and flourishes.

At this time, a sigh sounded in my ears: "Little girl, you are also strange...... is a farmer with a vegetable basket in his hand. "Someone once thought of digging it up," he said, looking at the craggy roots of the tree, "but it was so stubborn that it couldn't shake it even after digging for a few meters...... As a last resort, I filled it back in......"

Now, I suddenly felt a sense of awe for this seemingly hideous tree: it should have died a long time ago, but it was not. those days, the days when it will receive the death penalty; How did it survive the days when its heart was going to be dug out naked?! I recorded its hard lines in my camera with great reverence, and later, I washed out the photo and named it "Persistence".

From the leafy foliage of a tree with bare roots, I read persistence.

If the tree is like this, what about the people?

Man may not have the pain of being dug out of his heart and lungs like a tree—man's pain comes from the heart: inertia.

Inertia is like a straw that presses down on your heart one by one. You may not feel anything when you press it, but over time, when that last crucial straw is pressed up, your inner world will collapse. ——People are different from trees, and people's persistence is a kind of active persistence; And the tree is passive. And man is the same as the tree, just as the root of the tree is the same as the heart.

Looking at the bare roots of the leafy tree in the photo, I couldn't help but smile: "Since inertia is like straw, why don't we throw one at him?" It's February, and it's warm and cold. I was overwhelmed by the many troubles in my life; Tempted by the bright spring light, I couldn't help but pick up my camera and go outside the house - it is also a joy to let the wind of the field sing the praises of my back.

The soil paste is slightly moist, and the wheat seedlings poke their heads out slightly; The canal at the edge of the field has just thawed, and it can be described as "crystal like a mirror, newly opened, and the cold light is out of the box." A bright spring light, I don't feel that people feel that "the days are long and the flotsam is light".

When I walked to the end of the field, I suddenly saw a tree—a tree that was undoubtedly not in harmony with the warm scenery around it. The branches are jagged, and the bare root system crawls on the ground like a coiled dragon. The root is the foundation of the tree, just as the heart is the foundation of the person—— a tree with the heart exposed is presenting in front of me!

It shouldn't be here: surrounded by fields, where a tree will undoubtedly compete with the crop for nutrients.

And it grows here alive and flourishes.

At this time, a sigh sounded in my ears: "Little girl, you are also strange...... is a farmer with a vegetable basket in his hand. "Someone once thought of digging it up," he said, looking at the craggy roots of the tree, "but it was so stubborn that it couldn't shake it even after digging for a few meters...... As a last resort, I filled it back in......"

Now, I suddenly felt a sense of awe for this seemingly hideous tree: it should have died a long time ago, but it was not. those days, the days when it will receive the death penalty; How did it survive the days when its heart was going to be dug out naked?! I recorded its hard lines in my camera with great reverence, and later, I washed out the photo and named it "Persistence".

From the leafy foliage of a tree with bare roots, I read persistence.

If the tree is like this, what about the people?

Man may not have the pain of being dug out of his heart and lungs like a tree—man's pain comes from the heart: inertia.

Inertia is like a straw that presses down on your heart one by one. You may not feel anything when you press it, but over time, when that last crucial straw is pressed up, your inner world will collapse. ——People are different from trees, and people's persistence is a kind of active persistence; And the tree is passive. And man is the same as the tree, just as the root of the tree is the same as the heart.

Looking at the bare roots of the leafy tree in the photo, I couldn't help but smile: "Since inertia is like straw, why don't we throw one at him?" It's February, and it's warm and cold. I was overwhelmed by the many troubles in my life; Tempted by the bright spring light, I couldn't help but pick up my camera and go outside the house - it is also a joy to let the wind of the field sing the praises of my back.

The soil paste is slightly moist, and the wheat seedlings poke their heads out slightly; The canal at the edge of the field has just thawed, and it can be described as "crystal like a mirror, newly opened, and the cold light is out of the box." A bright spring light, I don't feel that people feel that "the days are long and the flotsam is light".

When I walked to the end of the field, I suddenly saw a tree—a tree that was undoubtedly not in harmony with the warm scenery around it. The branches are jagged, and the bare root system crawls on the ground like a coiled dragon. The root is the foundation of the tree, just as the heart is the foundation of the person—— a tree with the heart exposed is presenting in front of me!

It shouldn't be here: surrounded by fields, where a tree will undoubtedly compete with the crop for nutrients.

And it grows here alive and flourishes.

At this time, a sigh sounded in my ears: "Little girl, you are also strange...... is a farmer with a vegetable basket in his hand. "Someone once thought of digging it up," he said, looking at the craggy roots of the tree, "but it was so stubborn that it couldn't shake it even after digging for a few meters...... As a last resort, I filled it back in......"

Now, I suddenly felt a sense of awe for this seemingly hideous tree: it should have died a long time ago, but it was not. those days, the days when it will receive the death penalty; How did it survive the days when its heart was going to be dug out naked?! I recorded its hard lines in my camera with great reverence, and later, I washed out the photo and named it "Persistence".

From the leafy foliage of a tree with bare roots, I read persistence.

If the tree is like this, what about the people?

Man may not have the pain of being dug out of his heart and lungs like a tree—man's pain comes from the heart: inertia.

Inertia is like a straw that presses down on your heart one by one. You may not feel anything when you press it, but over time, when that last crucial straw is pressed up, your inner world will collapse. ——People are different from trees, and people's persistence is a kind of active persistence; And the tree is passive. And man is the same as the tree, just as the root of the tree is the same as the heart.

Looking at the bare roots of the leafy tree in the photo, I couldn't help but smile: "Since inertia is like straw, why don't we throw one at him?" It's February, and it's warm and cold. I was overwhelmed by the many troubles in my life; Tempted by the bright spring light, I couldn't help but pick up my camera and go outside the house - it is also a joy to let the wind of the field sing the praises of my back.

The soil paste is slightly moist, and the wheat seedlings poke their heads out slightly; The canal at the edge of the field has just thawed, and it can be described as "crystal like a mirror, newly opened, and the cold light is out of the box." A bright spring light, I don't feel that people feel that "the days are long and the flotsam is light".

When I walked to the end of the field, I suddenly saw a tree—a tree that was undoubtedly not in harmony with the warm scenery around it. The branches are jagged, and the bare root system crawls on the ground like a coiled dragon. The root is the foundation of the tree, just as the heart is the foundation of the person—— a tree with the heart exposed is presenting in front of me!

It shouldn't be here: surrounded by fields, where a tree will undoubtedly compete with the crop for nutrients.

And it grows here alive and flourishes.

At this time, a sigh sounded in my ears: "Little girl, you are also strange...... is a farmer with a vegetable basket in his hand. "Someone once thought of digging it up," he said, looking at the craggy roots of the tree, "but it was so stubborn that it couldn't shake it even after digging for a few meters...... As a last resort, I filled it back in......"

Now, I suddenly felt a sense of awe for this seemingly hideous tree: it should have died a long time ago, but it was not. those days, the days when it will receive the death penalty; How did it survive the days when its heart was going to be dug out naked?! I recorded its hard lines in my camera with great reverence, and later, I washed out the photo and named it "Persistence".

From the leafy foliage of a tree with bare roots, I read persistence.

If the tree is like this, what about the people?

Man may not have the pain of being dug out of his heart and lungs like a tree—man's pain comes from the heart: inertia.

Inertia is like a straw that presses down on your heart one by one. You may not feel anything when you press it, but over time, when that last crucial straw is pressed up, your inner world will collapse. ——People are different from trees, and people's persistence is a kind of active persistence; And the tree is passive. And man is the same as the tree, just as the root of the tree is the same as the heart.

Looking at the bare roots of the leafy tree in the photo, I couldn't help but smile: "Since inertia is like straw, why don't we throw one at him?" It's February, and it's warm and cold. I was overwhelmed by the many troubles in my life; Tempted by the bright spring light, I couldn't help but pick up my camera and go outside the house - it is also a joy to let the wind of the field sing the praises of my back.

The soil paste is slightly moist, and the wheat seedlings poke their heads out slightly; The canal at the edge of the field has just thawed, and it can be described as "crystal like a mirror, newly opened, and the cold light is out of the box." A bright spring light, I don't feel that people feel that "the days are long and the flotsam is light".

When I walked to the end of the field, I suddenly saw a tree—a tree that was undoubtedly not in harmony with the warm scenery around it. The branches are jagged, and the bare root system crawls on the ground like a coiled dragon. The root is the foundation of the tree, just as the heart is the foundation of the person—— a tree with the heart exposed is presenting in front of me!

It shouldn't be here: surrounded by fields, where a tree will undoubtedly compete with the crop for nutrients.

And it grows here alive and flourishes.