My father bought a young pine tree for BONSAI
He immediately twisted the young tree with a wire
and began to grow it
As a child, I felt sorry for the BONSAI
I pleaded with him many times to untwist the wire
My father had no choice but to remove the wire
The young tree grew up without twisting from the middle
Now the BONSAI is a mature tree
Is it a BONSAI or just a pine tree?
It's hard to tell if it's a BONSAI or just a pine tree
It looks like a Kandinsky-Rothko collaboration
It has no aesthetic appeal
It has no sense of goodness
Nor does it evoke a sense of spirituality
Who is it?
Ordinary talent = 'bonsai'
My answer is clear
It is a BONSAI and a pine tree that can be in my garden
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Why did you feel bad for the bonsai ?
I use both normal and bad.
Two different English words conveying two different emotions. You felt strong enough to your father that you asked him to change.
A wonderful metaphor to provoke philosophical thoughts regarding what is our and what is not nature is the supreme source of art, and she produces its best forms. Natural bonsai grow cracks on mountain sides, deprived of nutrients and water, shrunk size and twisted by the wind. They’re beauty is supreme shaped by adversity.
You are well aware that you tried to reduce the natural slope of a pine tree. It's amazing.
Great write
Thank you.
You're welcome
Like the trees that surround the Imperial palace!
It's a mature bonsai tree, so it's small but similar in shape.
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