When you are tired, you can always look up and see that tree. It is thick and lush, and the crown of the tree is open like a huge umbrella. Wherever it is covered, there is a cool feeling. The sunlight is fine, flashing and jumping among the green leaves. Every leaf

, all seem to be a naughty eye, a star overflowing with green light. Every spring and summer, birds chirp among the branches, and cicadas sing in the green shade. The sound, clear and joyful, sings the sky

It is extremely vast and sunny. At times like this, I always feel that the days are beautiful - the sun is warm, the green shadows are whirling, and life is high. It seems that because of the existence of that tree, the ordinary and trivial days have a bright scenery;

The desolate soul also has life. I don’t know how long it has been standing there. Anyway, when I came, it was already there. It seems that more than ten years have passed, and it is still there. For more than ten years, the young me is no longer young.

, but it became more and more green and lush. I passed by it every day without paying any special attention to it. I only knew that it was a camphor tree, taller and stronger than other trees. It didn't seem to mind this, and just grew silently.

The main trunk goes straight upward, about five meters high, and suddenly divides into two branches. From this branch, many branches escape from each side, like umbrellas and canopies. Almost the entire garden beneath you is taken into your arms.

, the branches are slanting, and the leaves are green. What supports it is endless