Attached is the full text of Wang Xiaobo's Deep in the Soul.
Love this tree and love its scenery all my life. Its beauty, from beginning to end, has no vacancy.
Starting from a small seedling that broke ground in spring, fresh branches and leaves grow in a posture every day under the sunshine and rain; When midsummer comes, the twigs of the past are inadvertently drawn into a green sea, ups and downs; Autumn, natural yellow leaves fly, prosperous; After the twelfth lunar month, the lead flowers disappeared, and the roots of Yushu Qiongzhi stood proudly in the world for a year.
In any gloomy dusk, the oblique wind and drizzle, the accumulation of smoke and willows, add sadness to the thoughts after the heavy curtain, and are included in the list of literati and painters, which has been passed down through the ages. However, it never cared about these things, just stood quietly, sucking the dew in the air, conserving the clear spring in the ground and pursuing its own plain ideal. But it doesn't know. Only the most indifferent tranquility makes it close to philosophers-for example, bamboo forest is to Zheng Banqiao, for example, three pines in front of the hall are to Feng Youlan, and jujube trees are to Mr. Lu Xun.
I have seen a painting, the theme of which is a tree in the wilderness, the background and ground of the picture, the lonely state, as if there is a whistling wind, and the eternal sadness suddenly drowns the viewer.
Another memorable one is Populus euphratica, an elf in the western desert. Populus euphratica forest will die in a large area, and the branches will stand still. Three-dimensional death solidified the eternal time and space, showed infinite magnificence and shocked the viewer.
Whether it is Aoan or Qiuqu, there is a life of soul, and there is a momentum that can't be surpassed by itself!
Although I have never seen it with my own eyes, I have heard that the true colors of trees are vividly displayed in the deep mountains and forests. As you can imagine, when there is no one in the empty mountain after the rain, the thick moss is covered with roots, and the earth is like being coated with a layer of green clothes. People walk in the misty mountain fog, the wind blows in their ears, and their hearts are clean, ethereal and psychedelic, as if they have stepped into the edge of past lives and intersected with the soul of a tree.
In fact, there is no prosperity, no decline; No crowding, no loneliness. Appreciating a tree is like appreciating life itself. In the gap of infinite reincarnation, I have gone through my life, and in the depths I saw, I left the immortal soul of that tree lingering.
Trees, like this; People, why not!