A poisonous tree. I'm angry. Friend E:
My friend and I became enemies;
I spoke my anger, and my anger is over.
I poured out my anger and my resentment stopped.
I am angry with my enemy:
I made enemies:
I didn't say it, and my anger increased.
I was silent, and my resentment was growing secretly.
I watered it in fear,
In fear day and night,
My tears flow day and night;
I watered it with tears;
I sing it with my smile,
Smile, with gentle deception,
With gentle deception.
Polish it.
It grows day and night,
It grows day and night,
Until it bears a bright apple,
Even an apple, bright and beautiful.
My enemies saw it shining,
My enemies saw its glory,
He knew it was me.
Know that it is the fruit I planted.
Sneak into my garden,
It was dark that night, so I wrapped the trunk.
When the night enveloped the pillar;
He sneaked into my garden;
It's good to see in the morning,
I was glad to see it in the morning,
My enemy stretched himself under the tree.
My enemy is lying upright under the tree.
Alfred Tennyson's The Oak
Live your life,
Young and old,
Like that oak tree, [1]
The spring is bright,
Live gold;
Summer is rich,
Then; then
Autumn-changed,
light
Gold again.
All his leaves
Finally fell down,
Look, he's standing,
Trunks and branches,
Naked strength.
A flowering tree is a flowering tree.
Xi Murong
Xi Murong
May the Buddha let us meet,
How to let you meet me
In my best days,
In my most beautiful moment
I prayed for it,
I prayed for this for 500 years.
For 500 years.
Pray for Buddha to let us have a dusty relationship.
Buddha made me a tree,
Buddha made me a tree.
On the road you may choose,
Follow the path you may take.
In the blooming flowers, I wait in the sun,
In the sun, the flowers bloom carefully.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
When you approach, listen carefully,
Please listen carefully when you approach, trembling leaves.
The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting,
This is the passion I am waiting for.
When you pass that tree,
When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.
Didn't notice me,
On the ground behind you
My friend, the ground behind you is not falling petals,
Friend, that's not a petal.
But my withered heart.
But my withered heart.