Write a love poem like oak and kapok

. . . . With this as the theme, no one has ever surpassed Shu Ting's To the Oak, right?

If I love you, I will never learn to climb the Campbell flower and show off myself with your high branches;

If I love you, I will never learn from spoony birds and repeat monotonous songs for the shade;

It's not just like a fountain/cool comfort all year round;

It is not just like a dangerous peak, it increases your height and sets off your dignity.

Even sunshine, even spring rain.

No, these are not enough.

I must be a kapok beside you, standing with you as a tree.

Roots, clinging to the ground; Leaves, touching in the clouds.

Every time a gust of wind blows, we greet each other.

But no one understood us.

You have your copper branches and iron stems, like a knife, like a sword, and like a halberd;

I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh and a hero's torch.

We share cold waves and lightning;

We * * * enjoy the misty rainbow;

It seems that we are separated forever, but we are dependent for life.

This is great love, and loyalty is here. Love not only loves your strong body,

I also love your stand, the land under your feet.