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You are a beautiful tree. You are a wise tree. And, you are a tree that grows with the sun and moon, with beauty, wisdom and life, yes, the life tree.I once thought you could not grow in the barren soil of my heart. I thought you were a tree that would only thrive in another paradise. Who knows you sprouted in my heart.I planted one tree after another in the barren soil of my heart, but they did not grow. I did not pay attention to your persistent existence, but you grew steadily, flourishing without complaint. I was astonished to see you, shining, you opened your beautiful canopy, blooming beautiful flowers and bearing wise fruit, nurturing radiant ideals.I worship you, my art tree. I worship you, my ideal tree.Appendix: 'Ideal Tree' original textFirst Ideal TreeIn your small folding fan, I wrote my first disillusionment. Now I don't know you have already been a mother to several children. Perhaps when you are happy, you are happy like 'once upon a time' fairy tales. Perhaps when you are sad, you are sad like 'there was a good time once' fairy tales.The maiden in love, you are veiled! Fairy world, you are veiled, distant! Snowy night, maiden in love, we like to watch Mickey Mouse, Pluto, flowers, chopsticks, centipedes, small fireworks, ten-two high, large fireworks, firecrackers and snow around New Year's Eve. I exchanged toys, drawings, glances with you? We are children, I remember your red winter gloves, and I remember your slight spring songs.My hometown, my first love, my first ideal tree, my treasure… I wrote a few cursive and brushstrokes on your small folding fan, which was my first disillusionment, my first drop of tears…Second Ideal TreeYou are the first person to make me understand melancholy. On a beautiful day with flowers and trees, on the parallel steel rails with a bright steel, you carry me away from your carriage, it's so beautiful, you are so beautiful, I'm so sad, it's a picture. So our cold season's snow play, our travel season's river and mountains are appreciated, night dates, daytime dates, are all swallowed by the mouth of time. And time has an end, the train hasn't moved yet, the Western couples kissing at the station, and I and you haven't even spoken a word; time finally (clock) stopped, but it was too late.Do you still remember when the train took me back, it returned my short and long letters. The train took me away again, I would never meet you again. Later you replied to my blessing, and I inadvertently received your well wishes from under my study window. Those blessings, greetings, didn't add much richness to my old files in my iron box, a four-inch-high, thirty-six-inch-long iron box. It was only for your greetings, when your blessings came, it opened.When I grew old, I would open the iron box on a cloudy day, at that time, the blessings of youth would still be splendid. But now these blessings are so futile.Third Ideal TreeIn front of you, I am always a fool. My becoming a fool today is because of you. One mistake becomes a permanent mistake. Just one moment of hatred becomes a permanent hatred. Dogs bark at the night's journey. I came back from the unknown. You have a beautiful smile, but soon you don't have it. That day, you stood in front of me, outside the rain, the peach blossoms were like the rain. My house is covered with gray dust. KKKKKK… KKKKKKKKKKK, I wrote the peach blossoms, in my hands and feet, your name's symbol. I wrote them, the wounded peach blossoms, were squeezed out of the water of life, one by one, appearing on the glass of the windows, the floor, the walls, the table, the stool, like scales. Your symbol filled my home, you see me write these KKKKKK words without a word. Without words, without laughter, without me. Later you left, later, you left, I also left, I couldn't leave without an ideal tree.Fourth Ideal TreeYou are a beautiful tree, you are a wise tree, and you are a tree that grows with the sun and moon, with beauty, wisdom and life, yes, the life tree. But I didn't know this. I thought you could not grow in the barren soil of my heart. I thought you were a tree that would only thrive in another paradise. Who knows you sprouted in my heart.I wasted my shovel, soil and sweat, hoping for another ideal tree. You still grew steadily, just that I didn't notice. That other ideal tree died, and I planted another one, unwillingly, until I picked the bitter fruit of that ideal tree, I didn't notice your persistent existence.But today you surprised me, the white marble you, you have bloomed countless flowers of wisdom, we worship our ideal (small worship of a huge one), but at that time, I and you didn't realize it, in the morning, the mountains are in the distance, sometimes it's at night, the wind is huge...Fifth Ideal TreeLast time I saw you, I came from a distant place, I took a giant ship for seven days' journey, and only then arrived at a bustling place, I put my foot on a hotel, and then I went to see a movie, and I saw you. You were just a girl, go away, I didn't cherish it.Sixth Ideal TreeYou should remember those two horses, and think of the fields, the sun, the rivers and the countryside. You should remember my black clothes, my black tie, and think of the night and the ballroom. Just our songs, the insertion of Dante's soundtrack, the hero's song, and Chopin's symphony for that unfortunate girl. Without friends, I was lively at that time, but soon my heart changed. There is no reason to explain this.From then on, I never sang a song, without friends, I stopped singing a song. The bright song disappeared. You should always resent me, destroy me, enough to pierce my eyes. I know you're angry in your heart, I'm hiding you, which is in waiting for you.I traveled to the hottest tropical island by sea, and I came back after a seven-day journey.Seventh Ideal TreeWhen I returned to my hometown, I breathed the air of the Middle Ages' virtues, you are a phoenix that flies in that air, representing auspiciousness and happiness.Today's event is tomorrow's recollection, and my today's recollection always lingers on your appearance and virtue. Every recollection is either pain or regret. But when I recall you, it's pain and regret together. I once sang 'I didn't realize it until now, how much effort and how much pain it took to grow a big ideal tree and produce bitter fruit'.Eighth Ideal TreeI am always a fool in front of you. My becoming a fool today is because of you. One mistake is a permanent mistake. Only one moment of hatred becomes a permanent hatred.Dogs bark at the night's journey. I came back from the unknown. You have a beautiful smile, but soon you don't have it. That day, you stood in front of me, outside the rain, the peach blossoms were like the rain.Ninth Ideal TreeMy house is covered with gray dust. KKKKKK… KKKKKKKKKKK, I wrote the peach blossoms, in my hands and feet, your name's symbol. I wrote them, the wounded peach blossoms, were squeezed out of the water of life, one by one, appearing on the glass of the windows, the floor, the walls, the table, the stool, like scales. Your symbol filled my home, you see me write these KKKKKK words without a word. Without words, without laughter, without me. Later you left, later, you left, I also left, I couldn't leave without an ideal tree.Tenth Ideal TreeYou were grown, flourished, bloomed, and fruited; but what is life so terrible, and I immediately sang: 'I didn't realize it until now, how much effort and how much pain it took to grow a big ideal tree and produce bitter fruit.' Bitter fruit, that's your life juice.