在一个偏僻遥远的山谷里,有一个高达数千尺的断崖。不知什么时候,断崖边的石缝间长出了一棵小小的松树。小松树刚刚诞生的时候,长得和杂草一模一样。但是,它的内心深处,有一个坚定的念头:“我是一棵松树,不是一株野草。”小松树努力地吸收水分和阳光,深深地扎根,直直地挺起了胸膛。终于,在一个春天的早晨,小松树长出了许多新叶,也长高了许多。 In a remote, remote valley, there is a cliff up to several thousand feet. I do not know when, a small pine tree grows between the stone cracks on the edge of the cliff. When Kobayashi was born, it looked exactly the same as weeds. However, deep down there is a firm idea: “I am a pine tree, not a weed.” Komatsu tries hard to absorb moisture and sunlight, takes a deep root, and straightens his chest. Finally, on a spring morning, young pine trees grew many new leaves and they grew taller.