At the peak of summer,
Look up. No, Carola.
Shade, rain and wind,
Naive old Li Min Huan.
Green leaves encounter frost,
Broken.
People are straight and straight to the branches.
Proud and mean.
Poetry 2: Walnut Tree Praise
You are in the spring season,
A green flower like a caterpillar grew out. The naughty boy took it off and put it in the timid girl's bag. So you are beautiful, too.
Gullies, sloping fields and wild beaches are all your rooted homes.
Drought, rainstorm, scorching sun, wind and frost are all blocked by branches and leaves, and you are like a huge, unfolded umbrella under the scorching sun in summer. When the fallen caterpillar falls under its body,
You are green and round. In the autumn harvest season,
Your smile is the most beautiful.
Poetry 3: Trees
Stand still,
Stand still and don't talk.
Leave a trail of destruction
When the first ray of sunlight shines on the horizon,
You close your eyes slightly,
Just because you don't want to see people's questioning eyes, when the flowers fall on every corner of the branches, you still stand there with bare eyes, year after year, and never change.
I don't know when you fell in love with the afternoon sunshine.
When there is still a little chilly sunshine flowing through.
Every blood vessel in your body is beating violently and boiling to wash away the gloom caused by meanness.
Black becomes your favorite color.
When night falls quietly.
You are as fresh as a child who has slept all winter.
Open your eyes and enjoy the peace at this moment.
Talking quietly with the night, telling the unique sadness and listening to the simple happiness in my heart.
-Peach trees that don't bloom
Poetry 4: praise of banyan trees
People, or birds and animals.
No matter who you are.
Suppose you pass by here.
I won't tell anyone.
Mention, what happened
Don't leak
Related to growth
Time-dependent
Any secrets. Go do your own thing.
Disappear your
Like me, in the breeze
Take a breath and close your eyes.
an old man.
My beard fluttered.
-It's just the air roots of banyan trees
My voice is cracked.
-just because the air passes through the hand of fate
I'm still happy.
I'm saying to you: ah, I want to praise!
Whether I get old or not
I will say to you: ah, I want to praise!
Whether I hold my hand or not
moribund
I want to say to you: ah, I am praising!
Poetry 5: Trees in the Wind
The arrogant wind roared and bared its teeth.
It's like tearing the whole world apart
Weak crown and small tree
Love must be bent down.
The towering tree was angered.
Give out bursts of anger
The wind rolled up your long hair.
Keep throwing.
Fierce struggle
Hair is like dancing in the air.
Magical scream
Evil and proud
I want to break your blood and burst your plasma.
Scared the shit out of you.
Shake your hero.
Vampire claws
Trying to tear you apart, and you just ...
Laugh contemptuously
Countless blades
Poke you in the cheek.
But it's self-defeating
It depicts the vicissitudes of your life.
Heart to heart limbs
The stripes were cruelly broken.
You are still strong.
insist on
Eradicate the illusion
You've seen through it.
A thousand hands embrace the earth.
Has been more and more firmly grasped.
Hurricane raging, why cast your unyielding character, forbearance and perseverance.
Not afraid of violence
Prose Poetry on the Tree Part II: Poetry Tree on the Tree
Ai Qing
Tree after tree.
Stand apart from each other
Wind and air
Tell them the distance.
But under the cover of soil,
Their roots have been elongated.
In the unseen depths
They are wrapped around the roots.
skillful
Lu Hua
The furthest distance in the world
Not the distance between trees.
But branches that grow from the same root.
But can't depend on each other in the wind
The furthest distance in the world
It is not that branches cannot depend on each other.
But the stars look at each other.
But there are no intersecting trajectories.
The furthest distance in the world
Not the trajectory between stars.
But even if the tracks intersect,
But in a flash, there was nowhere to find it.
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that the moment is nowhere to be found.
But we haven't met yet.
It is doomed to be impossible to come together.
The furthest distance in the world
Is the distance between fish and birds.
One in the sky
One dived into the deep sea.
To the oak tree.
Shu Ting
If I love you,
Never liked climbing Campbell flowers.
Show off with your tall branches.
If I love you,
Never imitate spoony birds.
Repeating monotonous songs for the shade of trees
It's not just like a fountain.
Send cool Wei Ji all year round.
It's not just a dangerous mountain peak.
Increase your height and set off your dignity, even sunshine and 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 cling to the ground.
The leaves collided in the clouds.
Every gust of wind blows
We all greet each other.
But no one
Understand our words
You have your copper branches and iron stems.
Like a knife, like a sword, like a halberd.
I have my red flowers.
Like a heavy sigh
Like a hero's torch
We share cold waves, thunder and lightning.
We like foggy rainbows.
As if we were apart forever.
But depend on each other for a lifetime
This is great love.
Loyalty is here.
Love-
Not only love your stalwart body.
I also love the land under your feet, where you insist.
Looking for a flowering tree
Xi Murong
How many years have you been walking just to find a flowering tree?
Looking for a past, looking for a quick heart.
The wind is blowing from the hillside and the smile of the earth is lonely. I rode a horse and walked here.
I am full of expectations.
Listen carefully to other voices.
And in all these years, there has never been one.
Those flowers used to bloom in the air and water.
There are many emotional smiles that always make my heart beat faster. We agreed.
When I come, you will blossom
Welcome my arrival in the most beautiful form.
I have searched all over the world and walked across the cape.
But I never found you.
My horse can't walk.
My world is cold and snowy.
Prose poems about trees Part III: Poems about trees; Trees by the river
Pass out.
Now, there are no flowers by the river.
There is only one way.
It is as white as a snowball.
A drawn cotton thread
Black bark tree
Through the magic of winter
Fixed in the snow
Across the water, they didn't forget.
Blame each other.
The water is still flowing.
When no one is around.
Sing songs you don't understand.
She comes from a warm place.
So I'm not afraid of catching a cold
She breathed softly.
Just like frosted glass.
She wants to draw on it.
I can't draw.
I only write in the snow.
Write down everything you want to know.
Hurry up, before it's too late.
Letters will melt.
Only sensible flowers will steal it.
To the terrible bumblebee.
Then, the honey is gone.
There is only one small lamp left.