To the Oak Tree. Thoughts after reading. Although this is not a poem purely describing love, many people have seen the attitude that love should have. I remember my favorite sentence in the past, "I must be a kapok tree near you, standing with you as the image of a tree." It was this belief in striving to grow into a tree that moved me for a time. Since ancient times, the image of women seems to have been set as tender as water, like a willow supporting the wind. Women in the old society, which has been oppressed for a long time, are also used to living dependent on men. Possession and loss seem to have never been guided by women, but only passively endured.
Perhaps there really is that kind of man with excellent patience, that is the best, and it is not something you and I can easily meet. Men do like gentle women, but gentleness does not mean weakness or crying. A gentle woman can also have a strong soul. Tears may bring you temporary tenderness from a man, but you are always afraid that one day, the hand that once gave you warmth will hang down weakly due to fatigue. I think I don’t want to be this dodder flower. I can only live by clinging to the big tree, greedily squeezing the energy of the big tree to survive, so that the trunk of the big tree cannot be stretched. I am willing to use my wisdom to manage my feelings and life, and shape myself into a gentle woman and a comrade-in-arms, with my own unique warm and firm smile. When admiring the picturesque scenery of the country, I am willing to turn into a puddle of spring water and add a touch of beauty to the scenery; when encountering wind and waves, I can also face the wind with you, instead of retreating in grievance and fear. get away.