Liu Yufan: A tree gives me the truth

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A person alone for a long time, inevitably sometimes feel lonely and lonely, then, will have endless interest in still life, I believe that a person, especially those who like quiet, will love flowers, and I have the grass and trees but love a single clock. In particular, wild flowers, weeds and wild trees, in short, I have a crush on wildlife.

Last October, I brought it home, and it should be said that I abducted it (or kidnapped it). At that time, it is quite small, body some curved, I used a big cup to make its nest, I dug from the roadside dirt, feminism its body, I tea slag as fertilizer, soothe its pain, expect it to accept my selfishness.

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I like its green leaves, touch it every day, wash it clean, do not dye a dust, every day to watch its drip growth, it to the sun and angry growth, I seem to have seen the hope.

After 1 months of time, its growth has given me infinite strength, it in the closed environment, still strong to the sun and angry growth, this tenacity and unyielding vitality has given me great inspiration. It finally reconciled, no longer hate me, with the way of growing buds to forgive me, it grows its growth, I feel it brings me the quiet and fun and companionship.

I pour it on my mind, it will not be bored; I talk to it about tea, it will tell it also like tea; I talk about books with it, it does not speak of reading useless; I talk with it about life, life, society, it will respond warmly to me, often the process of communication is a sublimation, no words, just action and heart. I know, it is understand me.

I adore its vitality, admire its courage, love its naïve nature. It accompanies me through the wind and rain, from this city to the city, and then from that city to this city, it and I trials and hardships, but I know it whole days spent love nature.

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It was not until July that the big Cup could not accommodate its rapid growth, and it said to me that it wanted to grow free. Yes, the growth of freedom is the pursuit of every kind of biological, we humans are not the same? Selfish I can no longer be selfish to bind its freedom, it should return to nature, it has the right to find its own freedom, its home.

I finally wake up, whether it is plants, animals or people, we are not all the same can not bind their growth? , to give freedom is the greatest love to grow.

7 month 5th, 17:46 P.M., I took it and my sins, found a better natural environment, re-placed it a home, a home that can smell the natural breath, hope it can flourish, and hope that they can redeem a little sin.

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And it with the time is the most natural, the language does not need to decorate, the behavior does not need to hide, love does not need to hide, so free, it let me understand:

The time of a book, I can feel the quiet of nature.

A cup of tea, I can feel the taste of nature.

I can feel the magic of nature while writing and stopping.

I read the power in it, so that I feel the infinite life.

It used its own growth to tell me the truth of life, I finally understand: in the past, the line does not have to be mindful, the future of the line is not born happy, in now the line is not dyed.

Do not care how bright flowers, do not care about how many flowers, everything is a representation, if there is an afterlife, only willing to do a tree, not sad not happy, quiet as a dream, if you can choose, let me do a tree tea bar, I will nourish the green leaves, contribute milk, fragrant world, standing in the heart and nature of the space.

--Liu Yufan 2015/8/1 Shenzhen Night

"Dedication: Tree"

/Liu Yufan 2015/7/31

Desolate place, the setting sun shines on Xiao Boundless. To be with pedestrians, Cang desert, disorderly smoke.

Wind and frost isolated look at the sky, by the people, do not struggle for spring, exclusive love.

How can End provoke beauty, rather than tea to cherish the present.

"Poem: A Small Tree"

This little tree

It was born in the wild

There's no warning.

It's so silently decorating the world

This is a little tree I planted.

I took it from the field

Into my world.

It just so silently with me with the joys and sorrows

It feels the world alone

I pour my heart out

In the winter season

Grappling with all the rain

Just for the smile of a ray of sunshine

This world has its shadow.

Although Shadows sometimes have no

It's still strong.

With the scent of a bud

told the World

(written in its long buds.) --2014/11/30)

"Poem: A Tree of Autumn"

This is a tree of autumn

Waiting alone

The beating of the wind

The Sun bathing

The human slash

And the traces of time erased.

What you can't forget is the moment the leaves return to the dust.

That

It said to me:

The friendliness of the air

The gentle of the birds

The memory of a book

A kiss of tea

And the Silence of the world.

And the drifting clouds are listening

Passers-by, roads, mountains, water .....

And the smell of that woman's residue ...

(written when it returns to nature.) --2015/6/20)

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The only way to build a road with tea is to be natural.

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Liu Yufan: A tree gives me the truth