A tree, a tree, independent of each other,
Wind and air, tell them the distance,
But under the cover of soil, their roots are elongated,
In the invisible depths, they are intertwined.
Tree is a modern poem written by the modern poet Ai Qing in the spring of 1940.
2, "A Flowering Tree" Xi Murong
How to let you meet me, at my most beautiful moment,
To this end, I begged the Buddha for 500 years and asked him to let us have a dusty relationship.
The Buddha then turned me into a tree, growing on the roadside where you must pass.
The sun is full of flowers carefully, which is the hope of my previous life.
When you approach, please listen carefully. The trembling leaves are my waiting enthusiasm.
You finally ignored it and fell behind you,
Friend, that's not a petal, it's my withered heart.
Borrow a flowering tree to convey the feeling of nature and the desire for eternal love. It seems that plain language has hit the deepest part of my heart.
3, "To the Oak Tree" Shu Ting
If I love you-I will never show off on your high branches like climbing Campbell;
If I love you-I will never learn from spoony birds and repeat monotonous songs for the shade;
It is not only like spring, but also brings 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, close 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 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 loyalty is here:
Love-not only love your strong body,
I also love your stand, the land under your feet.
To Oak is a love poem written by Shu Ting in March 1977. Have deep feelings, but don't lose yourself. This kind of emotion and attitude touched countless people.
4. pear tree
Author: Hilda doolittle
Silver dust and fog rise from the ground.
I can't reach you, you are so tall.
Oh, silver.
I can't reach it, and you are blooming towards us.
No other flower can produce such strong and white petals.
No other flower can separate silver from this rare silver.
Oh, Pak Lei, you clusters of flowers.
Blooming in the branches, with your purple heart.
Bring summer and ripe fruit.
5. The tree by the window
Author: frost
Tree in front of my window, tree in front of my window.
When night falls, I close the window, but I never close the curtains.
So as not to separate you from me, you are a hazy dream shadow rising on the ground.
You are like a floating cloud, everything you preach loudly with your light tongue.
Not everything is meaningful, but trees.
If you see me sleeping in this room, I will see the strong wind shaking you.
You will see that I was violently stirred and almost swept by the storm.
The fate of that day, out of its banter, linked us together.
You are influenced by the external climate, and I am stimulated by the internal wind and rain.