A lonely willow tree stood by the silent riverbank, its long branches gently brushing the water’s surface. For centuries, it witnessed seasons change and travelers pass. One autumn evening, a young poet rested beneath its leaves, humming a forgotten tune. The willow whispered stories of ancient lovers and wartime heroes through the rustling leaves. Moved by the tree’s wisdom, the poet carved a single character into the trunk: “Listen.” From that day, those who sat under the willow could hear ...
