Author: 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 comfort all year round.
It's not just a dangerous mountain peak.
Increase height and set off 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, clenched in the ground
Leaves, touching 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 or sword.
Also like halberd
I have my red flowers.
Like a heavy sigh
Like a heroic torch.
We share cold waves, storms and thunder.
We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow.
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 your position and the land under your feet.
2. Under the sandalwood tree
Author: Lu Ye
Do you know this thousand-year-old tree
Rooted in cracks in limestone
It's called Qingtan
It is the raw material for making rice paper.
How many articles in the world should be hidden in the body?
We sat under the tree and drank tea.
Muyu stone tea set is used, and the stone is collected from this mountain.
Tea is called Lingyanqing, which is produced in a tea garden not far away.
The water for making tea is closer. Look north along the bare roots of this sandalwood tree.
Ladle water from a clear spring seven steps away.
When the brewed tea is lit, the jujube branches are also lit.
Picked precariously by the woodcutter.
Look, I'm a tea pourer in Bree, so diligent.
It is also an authentic real estate.
This late autumn afternoon, how clear the wind is and how blue the sky is.
A civet cat is sleeping among chrysanthemums.
Sir, don't rush on the road. Please drink more.
There are no shops after this village.
Go to the top of the mountain and plant an oak tree instead of a pine tree.
Author: Silver
Go to the top
Plant an oak tree
Let the lonely bird
Watch it fly.
I used to think
On a moonlit night
Go there alone
Look at the lights at the foot of the mountain
That's it.
I leaned against the oak tree.
Don't say anything
The top of the mountain was silent.
If there is nothing in the world.
My oak tree
Trembling in the breeze
Every leaf is different.
Every leaf is good.
4. Go to the night tree
Author: Liao
Thank you forever, tree at night.
You are holding hands in the dark, so quiet.
Where are you going? Can you take me with you?
Always comfort, there is black in black.
You painted everything on me in blue ink.
Flowers bloom and insects fly, but I'm not here.
Always beautiful, caressing the new moon
You love each other, and you don't forget each other when you dance.
What's going on in the world, ten thousand summers have come.
5. Trees
Author: Zhou Mengdie
When light and shadow turn into fruit.
You will suddenly think of yesterday.
At that time, your face was more beautiful than Yuan Ye's.
If rain and snow don't come, woodpeckers don't come.
Even a little boring can torture yourself.
There is no such trouble as tentacles.
Is it fire? Or what drives you?
Break through this class? Cold and hard
Do you hear the cries circulating in your veins?
"Let me be a leaf!
Let the frost turn red and the running water flow gently ... "
So when I woke up, I was green!
On a snowy night, you hear the cold.
The sound of bluebirds flapping their wings
6. Flowering trees
Author: Xi Murong
How to let you meet me
In my best moment, for this.
I have been in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Begging for it makes us have a dusty relationship.
Then the Buddha turned me into a tree.
Follow the path you may take.
In the blooming flowers, I wait in the sun.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
Please listen carefully when you come near.
Trembling leaves are the passion I am waiting for.
You finally walked past without paying attention.
On the ground behind you
Friend, that's not a petal.
It is my withered heart