1. Tree
Author: Ai Qing
A tree, a tree,
stands isolated from each other, < /p>
Wind and air,
tell their distance,
But under the cover of soil,
their roots grow,
Invisible depths,
they tangle their roots together.
2. Cactus
Author: Shu Ting
The boulders of Palermo are all passionately kissed,
baked into loose bread .
I want to roast you like this, but you grow into a green jungle-like cactus.
Despite all obstacles,
I stretched out my hand to you,
The burrs on your fruit pricked my fingers all over,
As long as you feel sorry for me once,
Cactus cactus,
Since your fruit is not red because of me,
Why are you blocking my way with a smile? .
3. Bougainvillea under Sunlight Rock
Author: Shu Ting
It is a noisy waterfall, draped on a lonely stone wall,
The most beautiful With limited nutrition, he gave his richest self.
It is a luxurious umbrella that protects the wilderness from wind and rain.
The colder the place, the more wild and beautiful it looks. ,
No matter the wall, the roadside, the grass slope or the stone gap,
As long as the sunshine is there all year round, spring, summer, autumn and winter,
are your flowering periods,
Oh, it’s you when I raise my head, it’s you when I lower my head,
It’s still you when I close my eyes,
Even if I’m in a foreign land,
As long as I think of,
the bougainvillea under Sunlight Rock,
my eyes will be as soft as a dream,
and my heart will not know whether it is sadness or joy.
4. The Pear Tree
Author: Hilda Doolittle
A silver dust mist rises from the ground,
I can't reach it with my hand,
You have risen so high,
Oh, Silver, I can't reach it with my hand,
You are all blooming towards us,
>No other flower can bloom with such strong and pure white petals,
No other flower can separate silver from such rare silver,
and then separate it.
p>Oh, white pear blossoms,
You bloom in clusters on the branches,
Bring summer with your purple heart,
< p>Brings ripe fruit.5. "The Tree by the Window"
Author: Frost
The tree by my window, the tree by the window,
I close the window when night falls;
But never close the curtains,
so as not to isolate you and me.
You are the dim dream shadow rising from the earth,
You are as erratic as the floating clouds,
All that your light tongue loudly declares,
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Not everything makes perfect sense.
But tree, I have seen the strong wind shake you.
If you caught a glimpse of me sleeping in this room,
you would see that I was violently agitated,
almost swept away by the storm.
The fate of that day was its child's play,
the two of us were connected together:
You were affected by the external climate,
And I am the turmoil of the storm in my heart.