Poetry like an oak tree.

Jingmi cotton

-Come on

If I can, I don't want to be a climbing vine, winding around you;

If I can, I don't want to be a deciduous locust tree. I can't stand the cold in winter.

I must be an evergreen oak or runnan, standing quietly by your side.

Roots, implicated in the ground; Love, care in the heart;

You have your flexible figure and charming face, and I have my strong arms and stalwart trunk;

Let's listen to the cheerful songs of birds and welcome the sunshine of the four seasons together;

Also, wait for the young trees around us and watch them grow happily.

When you hold high the bright red torch and attract everyone to click on it, happiness also flows on me;

In the face of cold winter, I will use thick leaves and thick trunks to shelter you from wind and snow, rain and frost;

In this way, we have experienced the experience of wind and rain and the destruction of fleeting time together;

If we grow old day by day, if it is the end of time;

I would rather be alone by your side, remembering and sad;

I don't want to see you miss and hesitate alone every day.