I came to the grave of the little boy on the fifth day of junior high school. It was a grave on the water ladder. Next to the grave and at the top of the water ladder, there was a big pine tree growing alone. Looking at the appearance of the big pine tree, it had been for at least ten years.

I looked at the tree and said to the fifth day of the lunar new year, "there is something wrong with this tree. It should have been dug here from other places. Not only is there a problem with that tree, but also with that grave. ".

"Xiaoqi,...