No matter how to change the modern poetry that hope has always been there.

If I choose to be a tree,

I won't be a pine tree that is evergreen all the year round,

and everyone praises it.

I want to be a tall, upright and

ordinary poplar.

I am light green in spring,

but I long for summer.

I am dark green in summer,

but I long for autumn.

I am golden and brilliant in autumn.

It is the most beautiful moment in my life.

But I know that winter is coming.

I don't like winter.

Ruthless. The north wind will tear all my youth.

Bare me like a poor tramp.

On the desolate land,

I, trembling ...

But I still put my eager hands into the sky.

I still look firmly into the distance

There,

.

There,

is where my Swallow brother dated.

There is a treasure,

my light green clothes from most love.