This poem is written like this:
If I love you.
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 the image of a tree.
Roots, close to the ground, leaves, lingering in the clouds. Whenever a gust of wind passes, we greet each other.
But no one understood us.
You have your copper branches and iron stems, like a knife, like a sword, like a halberd, and I have my red flowers.
Like a heavy sigh, like a heroic torch, we share the cold wave, storm and thunder;
We * * * enjoy the mist and rainbow, as if we were separated forever, but we were dependent on each other for life. This is great love.
Loyalty is here: not only love your stalwart body, but also love your stand and the land under your feet.