"To the Oak Tree"
Shu Ting
If I love you——
It will never be like a climbing flower in the sky,
I borrow your high branches to show off myself:
If I love you——
I will never imitate the infatuated bird,
Repeat monotony for the green shade songs;
It is not just like a spring,
it brings cool comfort all year round;
It is not just like a dangerous peak,
Increased Your height sets off your majesty.
Even daylight.
Even spring rain.
No, these are not enough!
I must be a kapok tree near you,
standing with you as the image of a tree.
The roots are clenched in the ground,
The leaves are touching in the clouds.
Every time the wind passed by,
we all greeted each other,
but no one
understood our words.
You have your copper branches and iron trunks,
Like knives, like swords,
Also like halberds,
I have mine
Like a heavy sigh,
and like a heroic torch,
We share the cold wave, wind and thunder, and thunderbolt;
< p>We enjoy the mist, the mist, the mist and the rainbow,It seems like we are separated forever,
But we are still dependent on each other for life,
This is the great love ,
Fireness is here:
Not only do I love your majestic body,
I also love the position you insist on, the land under your feet.