Ask for two modern poems, one at home and one abroad. Thank you.

To the Oak Shuting If I love you, I will never show off myself with your high branches like climbing Campbell: If I love you, I will never imitate 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 during the day. 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, lingering in the clouds. Every time a gust of wind blows, we greet each other, but no one understands us. 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, and we share the cold wave, storm and thunderbolt; We * * * enjoy the mist and rainbow, as if we were separated forever, but we were dependent on each other for life. This is great love, and here is firmness: not only love your stalwart body, but also love your stand and the land under your feet. The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between life and death, but when I stand in front of you, you don't know that I love you. The furthest distance in the world is not when I stand in front of you, but when you don't know I love you, and you love you so much that you can't say I love you. The furthest distance in the world is not that I can't say I love you, but that I can only be buried deep when I miss you. The furthest distance in the world is not that I can't say I miss you, but that I love each other but can't be together. The furthest distance in the world is not loving each other but not being together, but knowing that true love is invincible but pretending not to care. The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between trees, but the branches growing on the same root can't depend on each other in the wind. The furthest distance in the world is not the trajectory between the stars, but the blink of an eye and there is nowhere to be found, even if the trajectories meet. The furthest distance in the world is not that you can't find it for a moment, but that you are doomed to meet before you meet. The furthest distance in the world is the distance between a fish and a bird, one in the sky and the other in the depths of the sea.