Poetry on Modern Trees 1 I am a tree (Xi Murong)
How to let you meet me
In my most beautiful moment
for this reason
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Pray for Buddha to let us have a dusty relationship.
Buddha made me a tree.
Follow the path you may take.
Under?the?sun
Carefully full of flowers.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
When you get close,
Listen carefully
Trembling leaves
This is the passion I am waiting for.
When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.
On the ground behind you
My friend,
Not falling petals
But my withered heart.
Modern Poetry on Tree 2 to Oak Author: Shu Ting
If I love you-
Never liked climbing Campbell flowers.
Show off yourself with your tall branches;
If I love you-
Never imitate spoony birds.
Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;
It's not just like a fountain.
Send cool comfort for many years;
It's not just a dangerous mountain peak.
Increase your height and set off your dignity.
Even during the day.
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 what we said.
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 heroic torch.
We share cold waves, storms and lightning;
We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow.
As if we were separated forever,
But they are lifelong dependent.
This is great love,
Loyalty is here:
Love-
Not only love your strong body,
I also love your stand, the land under your feet.
Modern Poetry on the Tree 3 Father Beautifies Trees
Dad is in front of and behind my house.
Many landscaping trees have been planted.
There are osmanthus, camellia and gardenia
Four Seasons Green Rose Chimonanthus praecox
And magnolia and peach trees.
They make the four seasons in my hometown completely different.
Complex and beautiful
In this way, fifteen years have passed in one season.
I can only stay at home a few days a year.
I can't see the flowers of the four seasons.
The scene of driving down in front of my house
Those flowers are in full bloom for hospitality.
Fall leisurely
It's more like a fleeting day.
Silently fell into the soil.
More like my father's sleepless cough.
Spread far and far along the earth.
Father's beautification tree
Complex opening under the sky of my foreign land.
Let me feel the kindness and greatness of my father.
Poems on Modern Trees 4 Stories of Wind and Trees
This is the endless Gobi Desert.
There is a thick and tall tree.
He's like a monument,
Quiet, indifferent, lonely, full of feelings,
Standing in the cold wind.
Always trying to conquer him in the wind,
He also tried to conquer the wind.
That's it,
Fighting for thousands of years,
Thousands of years of persistence.
The wind is tired, so are the trees.
They became each other's only friends.
He witnessed all this with her,
The primitive barbarism and brutality of human beings, the glorious decline of feudal oppression, resistance and struggle,
Also witnessed the true beauty and kindness.
They finally waited for civilization and modernity,
But he became the material of this hypocritical, brilliant, respectable and exquisite article.
She lost her only friend,
The wind cried:
Trying to find him.
From the vast Gobi to the mountains and rivers.
The long yellow sand is his deepest memory.
Gloomy is the most painful mourning for him.
At this time,
People are blaming, complaining and cursing you.
The extinct conscience makes the sound of animals.
When you come roaring again,
What they think is,
Is it your fault? Or is it my fault?
Poetry 5 on modern trees wants to be a flowering tree.
The petals opened and fell to the ground.
The heart moves with it.
at present
beyond words
beautiful
I also want to be a flowering tree.
friends.
Did you come back to enjoy the flowers under the tree?
If you come back,
Please smell the flowers.
That's not the fragrance of flowers.
That's how I miss you.
gentle breeze
Petite petals also fell off.
Would you please catch it?
Because that's my withered heart
I hope to be a flowering tree.
Standing there forever
waiting for your arrival
It's for you again
Falling dying heart