有许多这样的树,它们独自长在城外,长在荒郊,长在路的尽头或者天的另一边,总之,长在无人处。它们独自生长,不知道自己的模样,都成年了还不知道自己是谁,不知道自己的过去与未来,也不太知道自己的现在,无人鄙视,无人喝彩,心里无痛无悲亦无喜,无声无息,些微的感受只和空气发生摩擦。这个安静的世界啊! There are many such trees. They grow outside the city on their own, grow up in the desert, grow at the end of the road, or on the other side of the sky. In short, they are unattended. They grew up alone and did not know what they were like. They were all adults. They didn’t know who they were, they didn’t know their past and future, they didn’t know much about their present, nobody looked down, no one applauded, and they felt painless and sad. No happiness, no sound, no slight feelings and only friction with the air. This quiet world!