The trunk is tall, slender and symmetrical.
Leaves facing the sun, total score.
Looking proud, I thought of my roots.
Those cells remain in the soil.
First dirty, then cheap, first old and then strong.
Send a seedling at the same time
But I can only serve the branches and leaves on the ground silently all my life.
More pathetic. They will only go deep.
I have never seen sunshine or rain.
It may be the division of labor of poplar for growth.
Let them of the same origin be divided into different groups.
Now our poplars have grown tall, yes.
We want tolerance and equality.
Our value is not only high.
But also the totipotency of plant cells!
So the roots come out of the soil.
Finally see the tearful sunshine.
Breeze in the green forest
This moment is so noble.
Yang Shu-qun is above others and looks down on anyone.
Higher than poplar leaves, it is the root of poplar.
From then on, they bid farewell to the excellent humus.
Rough brown skin has also become as pure as green leaves.
Poplar trees in the east are shrinking.
The poplars in the west are covered with vines.
Poplar leaves in the north are sparse.
The middle Poplar King struggled to look ahead.