1, "tree" Ai Qing, a tree, a tree, stand apart. Wind and air tell their distance, but under the cover of soil, their roots are elongated, and in the invisible depths, they entangle their roots. Tree is a modern poem written by the modern poet Ai Qing in the spring of 1940.
2, "A Flowering Tree" Xi Murong, how did you meet me? At my most beautiful moment, I begged this for 500 years in front of the Buddha to make us have a dusty relationship, so the Buddha turned me into a tree, growing on the roadside where you must pass, and the sun was carefully full of flowers. Blooming is my hope in my previous life. Please listen carefully when you approach.
The trembling leaves are the passion I waited for, but you finally walked past and fell behind. Friend, that's not a petal, it's my withered heart. Borrow a flowering tree to convey the feeling of nature and the desire for eternal love. It seems that plain language has hit the deepest part of my heart.
3, "To the Oak Tree" Shu Ting, if I love you-I will never show off myself with your high branches like climbing Campbell; If I love you-I will never learn from spoony birds and repeat monotonous songs for the shade; It is not only like spring, but also brings cool comfort all year round; It is not just like a dangerous peak, it increases your height and sets off your dignity. Even sunshine, even spring rain. No, these are not enough!
I must be a kapok beside you, standing with you as a tree. Roots, close to the ground; Leaves, touching in the clouds. Every time a gust of wind passes, we greet each other, but no one understands us. You have your copper branches and iron stems, like a knife, like a sword, and like a halberd; I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh and like a heroic torch. We share cold waves, storms and lightning; We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow. Seemingly separated forever, but dependent for life.