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To the oak tree.

Author Shu Ting

If I love you,

Never liked climbing Campbell flowers.

Show off with your tall branches.

If I love you,

Never imitate spoony birds.

Repeating monotonous songs for the shade of trees

It's not just like a spring.

Send cool Wei Ji all year round.

It's not just a dangerous mountain peak.

Increase your height and set off your dignity.

Even sunshine and 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 cling to the ground.

The leaves collided in the clouds.

Every gust of wind blows

We all greet each other.

But no one

Understand our words

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 hero's torch

We share cold waves, thunder and lightning.

We like foggy rainbows.

As if we were apart forever.

But depend on each other for a lifetime

This is great love.

Loyalty is here.

Love-

Not only love your stalwart body.

I also love the land under your feet, where you insist.