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  The Amazing Tree

 

Yesterday, it has left me and gone that cannot be drawn back!

 

Today, it is a day of bleak that I cannot chase away.

 

Long winds carry the autumn geese to thousands of miles away.

 

Before this scene, let us carouse in the high pavilion!

 

Man's life in this world

 

Seldom finds his happiness!

 

Raise a glass to subdue my sorrow –

 

It grows heavier still.

 

Brandish a knife to cut the wind –

 

It only swirls faster.

 

Perhaps I shall imitate the ancient sage

 

Vanished riding a yellow crane!

 

 

 

It was just before nightfall. A bent-over father was overwhelmed with his daily work. Staggering under his enormous load of pressure, with miles to go before reaching home, he sighed: “Oh my goodness, if only death would come, I’d be free!”

 

How many of us, crushed by life’s burdens, haven’t mindless appealed to the higher powers in such a way? Upon arriving home as he walked toward the front door, he paused briefly at a small tree, which he planted in the memory of his beloved mother, touching the tips of the branches with both hands.

 

When opening the door he changed his agony appearance, an amazing transformation. His broad face was wreathed in smiles and he hugged his two small children.

 

One day, his oldest son wondered why his father always touched the tree every time he came home from work. “Oh son, that’s my Amazing Tree, “father replied.” I know I cannot help having troubles on the job, but one thing’s for sure; troubles don’t belong in the house with you and your mother and brother. So I just hang them up on the tree every night when I come home. Then in the morning I pick them up again.”

 

“Funny thing is,” he smiled, “when I come out in the morning to pick them up, there aren’t nearly as many as I remember hanging up the night before.”

 

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