I want a book of poems.

To the Oak Tree-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 all year round;

It's not just a dangerous mountain peak.

Increase height and set off 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 and the land under your feet.

You are in April on earth.

I said you are the April day of this world.

Your laughter lit up the light and smart wind around you.

Dancing and changing in the splendor of spring.

You are the cloud on the first day of April.

The evening breeze is soft, and the planetesimals are there.

Unintentionally flashing, drizzle sprinkled in front of the flowers.

That's lightness, that's elegance, and you are, Xianyan.

You are wearing a crown of flowers, and you are

Naive and solemn, you are the full moon every night.

When the snow melts, you look like a yellow gosling

The first green bud, you are; Gentle and happy

Water floats with white lotus in your dreams.

You are a flower and a swallow in the tree.

Whispering between the beams, you are love, warmth,

It's hope, you are April day on earth!

How can I miss her-Liu Bannong?

There are several clouds floating in the sky.

There is a breeze blowing on the ground.

Ah!

The breeze blows my hair,

Teach me how to miss her.

Moonlight loves the ocean,

The ocean fell in love with the moonlight.

Ah!

Such a honey-like silver night,

Teach me how to miss her.

The fallen flowers on the water flow slowly.

Fish swim slowly downstream.

Ah!

Swallow, what did you say?

Teach me how to miss her.

Dead trees shake in the cold wind,

Wildfire burns in the twilight.

Ah!

There is still some afterglow in the west,

Teach me how to miss her.

A Flowering Tree-Xi Murong

How to let you meet me

In my best moment, for this.

I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.

Begging him to let 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.

The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting,

When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.

On the ground behind you

Friend, that's not a petal.

It is my withered heart

That day Cangyangjiacuo

On that day,

Close your eyes in the incense fog of the temple,

I suddenly heard the truth in your hymn.

In January of that year,

I shake all the prayer wheels,

Not to cross, just to touch your fingertips.

That year,

Kowtow and climb the mountain,

Not to see, just to stick to your warmth.

At that time,

Over the mountains and over the water stupa,

Not for the afterlife, just to meet you on the road.