Poetry about Z-tree

I am a tree (Xi Murong)

How to let you meet me

At my most beautiful moment

For this

I have been praying for Buddha for 5 years

Let's have a dusty relationship

So the Buddha turned me into a tree

Growing on the roadside where you must pass

Under the sun

It was full of flowers

Carefully.

It's the passion I'm waiting for

And when you finally walk past

a friend who has fallen behind you

That's not a petal

That's my withered heart

To an oak tree

Author: Shu Ting

If I love you-

It's not like climbing the campbell flower.

If I love you-

Never imitate spoony birds

Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;

It's not just like a fountain

that brings cool comfort all the year round;

It's not just like a dangerous peak

increasing your height, setting off your dignity,

even the sunlight.

even spring rain.

no, these are not enough!

I must be a kapok near you,

standing with you as the image of a tree.

roots, clinging to the ground

leaves, touching in the clouds.

Every time the wind blows,

we greet each other,

but no one

understands our words.

You have your copper branch and iron shaft

like a knife, like a sword, and

like a halberd;

I have my red flowers

like a heavy sigh,

like a heroic torch.

we share the cold wave, storm and thunderbolt;

We * * * enjoy the mist, flowing haze and rainbow.

it seems that we are separated forever, but

we are dependent on each other for life.

This is the great love.

Here is the loyalty:

Love-

Not only love your stalwart body,

but also love your position and the land under your feet.