If it were a dense tree, I wouldn't have imagined it, let alone explored anything about it, but it was just a tree, with new leaves sprouting in the spring and stray leaves in the fall, and that's it!

But it was a dead tree standing tall in a dense overgrowth of life, and at least I couldn't help but look at it strangely.

Its death is what makes it so different, perhaps it is using the last years of its existence to guard the weeds around it, and the ordinary but priceless lives under the trees!

A body constructed from its former vitality to shelter the hope of this space, the only guardian!

This is the space that belongs to it! About that group of young people

The deeper meaning of the relationship between the "spiritual home" and love came 8 years after I learned about the tree.

During a trip, I was watching the sunset outside the car window while listening to the end of a violin concerto

Some new meanings of "spiritual homeland": it is a hope for the future, a tipping point between dreams and reality, a dream of youth that anyone is extremely reluctant to wake up to, with unparalleled purity and truth!

But no one can sleep forever. Before you know it, the dream of youth has woken up, and the age of innocence has passed away!

This nostalgia for the dream of youth that has been lost forever is melancholy and painful for a while! Love cannot exist independently beyond life and death, therefore, love will eventually go away.

What is eternal is not the same as precious, what has existed is precious; When love disappears, so does the spiritual home, and it is only the vanished or fleeting that explains the true meaning of existence.

Outside, the sky darkened, and the surroundings gradually became unrecognizable, except for the sparse starlight that flashed in the sky and was distributed in the dark blue vision.

I connected a few stars with my gaze and named them randomly, so that the names became like many undecipherable codes.

These virtual lines are like a huge and transparent net that can capture any thought and release any memory, except that the tree will not be captured by this net, because it is dead, and the soul will not be bound by this net.

At this moment, from one of the neighbor's houses downstairs came Bobby McFelin's singing, an improvised aria of Johann Sebastian Bach, which was ethereal and undulating, as if the sun was shining into the water when looking from the bottom of the sea.

In the grass under the tree, the low chirping of summer insects is accompanied by the song, and in a moment, you will feel that there is an outline slowly appearing in front of you, yes, it is the outline of this tree.

I try to remember, have I seen a tree similar to this one before? Trees, naturally, I have seen countless trees, and I have seen a lot of trees without leaves, those are autumn trees, and the time and place are too complicated, so I can't remember clearly, and forgetting is often based on

On the basis of the concept of "usual". The autumn trees, after the temperature dropped, stood stiffly on the ground, and the canopy of the flowers and leaves fell by the occasional gust of wind, and the tips of the small branches began to tremble, and the wind divided by the autumn trees let out a whimpering and low cry.

The trees are alive, they are all accumulating strength to sprout new leaves in the coming spring, plain and unstoppable, but not easy to attract special attention because they are commonplace.