Live like a fruit tree

Is it easy for people who like words to feel sentimental? I can’t remember since when I became so lonely. I just want to stay away from the crowd and stay alone. When a person starts to refuse noise and crowd, then everything seems inappropriate and incompatible. Keep a habit of writing all the time, turning the mood into words, for decades like a day, then page by page, lost in the wind. One day I suddenly found that the memory of thirty years, a long journey, suddenly became blank. I was like a frustrated person, trying my best to search for those long past hidden deep in my heart, everything is gone, youth and youth, as well as those dreams of wind, flowers, snow and moon. I have grown into a middle-aged fruit tree without worry or fear. I have been used to wind, snow and rain, as well as wind and sun. Whether it is beautiful flowers or fruits, I face it calmly. This is the fate of a tree. Even though the branches of life bear the most green fruit, the tree is still a tree, which grows gradually. Young fruit trees accelerate the pace of growth, and finally produce fragrant flowers, while what farmers are eager for is results, hopes and gains. Middle-aged trees should have the most vigorous vitality, blooming bright flowers and producing rich and sweet fruits. Then, I hope that like a middle-aged fruit tree, I can enjoy the most beautiful blooming and the most desirable and sweet fruit for myself and my life. Until one day the branches withered and turned into firewood, which was put into the stove and burned with the last warmth. Life is like a tree, so is life. When did those words used to write mood and self-comfort begin to contact with others? That’s just my secret and happiness. I don’t know who told me that you should write it online, share it with everyone, and get recognition. Is this necessary? I only write it to myself. I said. If you can’t get the recognition of readers, what does it mean if you write alone? I admit that these words touched me. Therefore, I tried to put the words I wrote online. Thanks to prose online, which gave me a platform for self-presentation. Thanks to Ke Er, who gave me the opportunity to render my mood and story as much as possible. Thanks to those teachers and friends who came to my space, let me share the happy mood with you happily in the text. May you all be like the fruit tree with beautiful flowers, and give readers the most sweet fruit on the stage of prose online, in the season of vigorous youth, each show fragrance. I said to myself: take root in the land under your feet, make a little progress every day, and you will grow unconsciously. In this life, I only wish to live quietly and silently like a fruit tree.

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