1, "a tree" a tree
It is a life.
She has a cold.
Suffer from wind and frost
She was silent.
Memories full of vicissitudes of life
She will die alone.
Dedicate light and heat
She has no regrets.
No sadness
A tree
This is just a landscape.
She is a bird.
A place to provide shelter.
She works for people.
Keep out the hot summer sun.
She loves nature.
Provide fresh air
She is very pretty
Wear spinning clothes
A tree
You can realize your dreams
Her strength
Can withstand cold and heat.
Her tenacity
Can fight the thirst of drought
Her character
Is selfless dedication
Her glory
There are few requirements.
What is given to mankind is infinite treasure.
She doesn't choose land
Endure suffering
She has a noble heart.
Bathed in the sun
A tree
Can create the brilliance of life.
Her dream
Is to grow into a towering pillar
Even if you can't be a pillar.
She is also in charge of spring.
Brought flowers.
Create a fresh atmosphere
Provide people with long-awaited dreams.
A tree
It is an example for human learning.
Learn from her.
Can be considerate
forget the sorrow
Learn from her.
Can enhance the courage to overcome difficulties
Become strong
Learn from her.
Can weaken fame and fortune
The mind is more noble.
Learn from her.
Can go through many vicissitudes
Let life go to glory
2. A "tree" in the middle of winter
Roaring old north wind
Broke one of your arms.
Spring comes from the rain curtain.
Your other arm
Hold up the persistence of green.
I believe that in Qiu Chan's shallow singing.
The rest of your arm.
There will be small fruits and lanterns hanging.
Still burning
Because your life has been grounded for a long time.
And the depths of the earth
connective
3. How did I Am a Tree make you meet me? In my most beautiful moment
For this? I prayed to the Buddha for 500 years? Praying for Buddha makes us have a dusty relationship? So the Buddha turned me into a tree? Follow the path you may take.
In the sun? Carefully full of flowers? Every flower carries my previous hopes.
When you get close. Would you please listen carefully? That trembling leaf? This is the passion I am waiting for.
When you finally walk by casually. Fell behind you? Friends? Isn't that a petal? But my withered heart.
4. To the Oak Tree If I love you-
Never liked climbing Campbell flowers.
Show off yourself with your tall branches;
If I love you-
Never imitate spoony birds.
Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;
It's not just like the cool comfort from years of spring;
It not only increases your height like a dangerous mountain peak,
Set off your dignity and even the sun.
Even spring rain.
No, these are not enough!
I must be a kapok beside you,
Standing with you as the image of a tree.
Roots, clinging to underground leaves, touch each other in the clouds.
Whenever a gust of wind blows, we greet each other.
But no one understood us.
You have your copper branches and iron stems, like knives, swords and halberds;
I have my red flower like a heavy sigh,
Like a heroic torch.
We share cold waves, storms and lightning;
We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow.
Seemingly separated forever, but dependent for life.
This is great love, and this is where loyalty lies: love-
Not only love your strong body,
I like your position,
The land under your feet.