Who knows the story of the trees, the wind, and the leaves, and what they all represent, is eager to

When the leaves fall, is it the pursuit of the wind or the tree's refusal?

A fate of loving and being loved: the love of leaves and wind, trees.

The leaves leave because of the pursuit of the wind or the tree's non-retention Because they understand the leaves of the leaves, the tree gives up and retains The pursuit of the wind is fulfilled The leaves leave because of the pursuit of the wind or the tree's non-retention Because of the helplessness of the tree, the leaves turn around and leave to fulfill the pursuit of the wind.

The leaves are not left because of the pursuit of the wind, but because the tree is not retained.

The leaves leave the tree because the wind blows or the tree does not stay.

On a sunny afternoon, the Zen master made a pot of tea, gradually settled and pondered, thinking about why he was thinking, the branches outside the window swayed out of time, the sun was shaking, and the eyes were black, the Zen master was slightly angry, and said to the young people around him: "Young man, you go and hold down the leaves outside, don't shake it for a day, and affect the teacher's cultivation."

The young man said "No", walked out of the meditation room, the leaves seemed to have been against him, holding down one piece, the other leaves shook more happily, busy for several hours, pressed sweaty, pressed until the liver and intestines were broken, and did not see the leaves have the slightest intention of stopping.

Ten years have passed, the Zen master has forgotten about this matter, only the young people have always insisted, the skills are refined, every time you can hold down more leaves, when you press well, you will smirk at the leaves; The tree is also growing, sprouting more branches and leaves, and the shaking leaves are always more than the youth holds, and time passes in the love and killing of the youth and the leaves.

Finally, one day, the young man couldn't help but ask the Zen master: When is the head according to the leaves?

Zen Master: Although the rain is wide, it does not moisten the grass without roots, and the Dharma is boundless, only for those who have a heart.

Shami: Speak human words.

Zen Master: Holding down is the head.

Shami: How to press.

Zen Master: Press with your heart.

Youth: ...@%& 10,000 horses galloping past in my heart.

Zen Master: I just thought you were silly before, but you weren't stupid, but I was wrong, that's it, ten years by the tree, a hundred years by the person, today I am in a good mood, I will point you to it, when the teacher asked you to press the leaves,"Press"It's not the point, it's the fruit that "the leaves don't move", I ask you, why do the leaves move?

Youth: Nonsense, because there is wind.

Zen Master: In that case, why not follow the wind.

Youth: It's easy to say, the wind is nowhere to go, how do you press it?

Zen Master: I will go to the building materials market to beg for a few steel pipes and a few feet of film, build a tent around the tree, and my hands will not stick to the branches, and the leaves will not move.

A stream of heat rushed from the sphincter to the head teeth, and the young man's ten fingers were upside down, pulling the Zen master and shaking it continuously, you didn't say it earlier, press your sister's tree, press it for ten years before you said with plastic sheeting.

The young man presses the tree every day, and the finger power is not what it used to be, and the Zen master is dead.

Leaf's departure is just to protect the tree and keep him alive. And the tree is also to wait for the leaves to come and live. The leaves shelter the tree from the wind and rain, but in winter the birds are gone, the insects are gone, and only the leaves are left.

One day Yezi said I was going to go out and have a look. And the tree stubbornly refused to leave, and the tree said that if I left, it would not be beautiful here, and there would be too many good memories here. In this way, the leaves followed the wind, leaving only the tree in place, waiting for the leaves to change their minds, but waiting for the leaves to leave again and again.

So the tree is lonely, and the leaves still leave it when it dies at the end. It dedicates its entire life to the leaves. And after the leaves are gone, they are very sorry for the death of the tree, and the wind brings it back to the tree, no matter what happens in the future.

And the wind was only moved by their love, so they brought the leaves back to the tree, and the leaves turned into dirt to accompany the tree forever. They are deeply in love, but, they just don't know how to cherish the present, regret that it's too late, it's too late. So is the departure of the leaves the pursuit of the wind or the retention of the tree?

In fact, it is to tell everyone to cherish the good times now and not let yourself regret it.

*The legend of the wind, the leaves, and the tree*

There is a leaf.

The wind is in pursuit. The tree is not holding on.

But it didn't fall.

It's fantasizing that one day the tree will stay.

It's around the tree.

I look forward to a gentleness of the tree all the time.

Caring gaze.

In the eye of the tree.

It doesn't make the slightest difference.

It is as mundane as any other leaf.

There is no pride.

But it kept waiting.

It thinks. Even if it's just for a minute.

Let the tree see itself clearly.

Look at the one who has been guarding by his side.

A leaf that is no longer verdant.

But the tree didn't seem to notice.

I don't know how long it took.

Finally one day.

The leaves are tired. It no longer had a drop of blood in its body.

The tree has not been able to fulfill the dream of this leaf until this day.

Ye Jingchang used all his strength to say the first sentence to the tree.

And the last word.

Tree. I've been waiting.

I'll be waiting silently by your side.

A greeting from you.

Even the number is to.

Just a glimmer of sight.

But you. But it keeps disappointing me.

But you also gave me hope.

Look at your smile every day.

That's why I'm waiting.

For this. I gave up on the pursuit of the first wind.

Now. I don't have the capital to live.

There are no verdant decorations for you.

I had to float down with the wind.

But I'm going to tell you ---

Tree. I love you.

You will always be the only one in my life.

After speaking. The lacrimal glands of the leaf secrete the last tear.

and it fell to the ground, and it fell to the heart of the tree.

The tree couldn't help but shed a tear.

Say it softly. Leaf. In fact.

You don't know. You don't know how much I have.

Cares about your existence.

How much I love you. That's why I didn't tell you.

Didn't keep you. I'm afraid you'll get hurt.

Because I know.

Sometimes loving and being loved is just a process of hurting each other.

Ye --- I love you.

Falling leaves.

It is the pursuit of the wind.

Or the tree does not retain.