Flowers and trees prose

This is an article about trees written by myself. You can learn from it. I hope to understand the shortcomings. When The Tree on the Mountain first came to what is called a mountain, there was a sense of freshness, but it didn't last long. Busy work prevents me from enjoying the scenery around this mountain. It is undeniable that mountains are always sprinting green, but how many people have noticed even so much green? I think there are not many people! ! What did Dashan give himself to the people in this land? He is a little selfish and only asks his people to snuggle up to him; He is a bit eccentric, it is difficult for outsiders to get approval, and it may be the same everywhere; He is a little heartless, as long as people are in the mountains, nothing else matters. People outside the mountain always watch more, hoping to fight the mountain, even if it is broken. Some people will ask why, why are you so nosy? You just have to live your own life, and other people's affairs should be hung high. Why are you covered in dust? People outside the mountain didn't answer, but they knew in their hearts that this might be the so-called sanity! During such a period of time here, one word is tired. Seeing the tiredness of others, I can't tell you what it is! It's probably a little bitter. The so-called experience is true, and I finally feel something. If there is a waterfall, I hope I can have the courage to stand under it and accept its relentless impact. Perhaps experience is a kind of growth, but how many people can stand it! Now that I think about it, it's a bit exaggerated to say that I'm tired. Sometimes I feel weak and weak, as if I can't stir up any waves. The poet travels with his own spirit, but inadvertently arouses layers of giant rings. What should I do? I kept asking myself, but in the end I didn't have an accurate answer. Again, you don't know the truth behind the problem without experience. Speaking of which, I originally wanted to write about the trees in the mountains, but they just stood there motionless, and I didn't know what to write. They are so comfortable, so indifferent, so calm. Will not be moved by the surrounding things. Just like how I look at them with strange eyes now, they are still indifferent. In that case, why should I write about them? I don't know, but later I found out that they weren't that cold. Their branches and leaves kept swaying. I don't know what they are talking about, but I'm sure they are moving. Their leaves are so thick that I can flourish by the movement in the mountains. Is that really the case? It may be a little exciting, but this kind of barrier is understandable by these trees. Time has made them accustomed to this, even if they are a little fidgety, they are still silently washed away. I'm a little speechless, but there are always many voices in my head. There are so many voices that I can't tell what I said, which makes people feel even worse. Don't mind yourself. Isn't there a tireless stream in the mountains? No one knows where they are going. But I will calm down and listen to them sing. They look very happy. The tree is watching, quietly watching, occasionally shaking its arms and making a rustling sound. Do they cater to streams? Just like a symphony, different people will probably have different feelings after listening to it! ! Trees peculiar to mountains. what can I say? The mountains are a bit confusing. Do trees feel the same way? They always answer nothing, which makes people puzzled. A riot broke out on the playground. What happened? It turned out to be a group of students playing in the mountains. What is behind the cheerfulness?