He came from an ancient seed, accidentally fell on the Shui Yue of Shang Dynasty, and then took root and sprouted, thriving. His roots have been circulating for thousands of years, and they have been abruptly extended to this day.
That is a vicissitudes of life tree, with thin branches and thin bones, which has weathered for more than three thousand years. Its body has been stiff for several times. The thick stone pillars support his arms that have been stretched stiffly for thousands of years, covering the sky and gestating for months. Listening to the stories of the universe for thousands of years and watching the traffic on the earth have never happened for thousands of years, except for the rustling wind.
That tree, which once tasted the voice of Yingying Yanyan in Lutai, Zhou Wang, was curious about Zhou Wuwang's horse hunting, lamented the blood and tears of hundreds of thousands of horses in Qin Jun pit, and was tired of the struggle between Chu and Han, the unification of the Three Kingdoms, the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty, the sadness of Dasong, the battle of Hull, the ZTE of the Ming Dynasty and the hundreds of years of the Qing Dynasty, and blurred its memory: gone, coming, coming. Thousands of years of ups and downs, in his ear, have already turned into yesterday's clouds. Where is the humiliation? Let's listen to the wind rustling in the mountains!
Standing beside him, feeling the thinness of his trunk, I long for him to hug me, let me blend into his blood, quietly flow to the depths of his roots, walk through the air, and give me a little vividness.
He is an old man, from the ancient times of chopping with knives and axes to the hustle and bustle of traffic. I don't know how many stories are recorded in his ring. How many Jin Ge iron horses reverberate in the ear, how many literati's words turn in the leaves, how many years of wind, frost, rain and snow, how many dynasties' joys and sorrows, how many people's love songs have been heard, and how many families' human warmth have been seen, but you