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The young blacksmith wiped away his tears only to find the white-haired poet standing before him. “Tears cannot wash away the dust from the heart, but they can make a pure heart shine; even the follies of youth can turn into beautiful memories over the years…” He left slowly, accompanied by the melody of a song, leaving behind only the silhouette of his gray robe and wisps of smoke rising into the air. By the furnace, baskets of charcoal were burned to ashes, revealing the little blacksmith’s red face; as the hammer struck, sparks flew everywhere. The little blacksmith exchanged his sweat for the meager few copper coins he earned each day. In his dream, crystal tears hung at the corners of his eyes, yet a hint of satisfaction appeared on his lips, for he was playing his beautiful dreams on the guitar. Such tears are a form of happiness; they represent self-affirmation after going through hardships, and they are the result of perseverance and determination. As the poets sing, tears make a pure heart shine. Under the scorching sun, it is a beautiful large garden: various flowers compete with one another for beauty here. A large tree stands nearby, quietly watching over these beautiful flowers. Every now and then, the Wind Girl would come here with light steps; after whispering a few words to the leaves, she would hurry off to the garden to play with the flowers. Sometimes she would touch the delicate faces of the flowers, and other times she would tickle them… The flowers would tremble with laughter. Of course, sometimes the Wind Girl would also bring some gifts to the flowers, which delighted them even more; so every time they heard the sound of her footsteps, the flowers would immediately become excited. And so, day after day, year after year, the garden was always filled with laughter and joy. Watching this scene, gradually, the big tree became a little unhappy. He thought: I stand here all day long, acting as a guardian of the flowers. I really can’t figure out why the flowers like Miss Wind so much; they become extremely affectionate as soon as they meet her. So, on a day when spring was in full bloom, the Wind Girl once again came to the garden with her light steps. But her request to enter the garden was rejected for the first time. “No, you can’t go in! ”The big tree spread its arms to block Wind Girl, without any hesitation. Miss Wind and the flowers begged again and again, but the big tree refused to agree. In the end, Miss Wind had no choice but to leave sadly. The garden fell silent from then on, with no more laughter and merriment as before. The big tree was secretly pleased; it straightened its back even more and stretched out its arms further. However, this sense of achievement did not last long for him, as something unexpected happened: without the push from the Wind Girl, the fat cloud uncle simply could not make it here, so there wasn’t a single cloud in the sky over the garden. The scorching sunlight shone down on the garden; although the big trees tried their best to spread their long branches to provide shade for the flowers, they were no match for the power of the sun. Before long, the delicate flowers bent under the scorching sun, and without any water to drink, they suffered greatly.