How to let you meet me at my most beautiful moment,
I've been begging in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Begging him to let us have a dusty relationship.
Then the Buddha turned me into a tree,
Grow along the path you must take,
The sun is full of flowers carefully,
Blossoming is my hope in my previous life.
Please listen carefully when you come near.
The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting,
When you finally ignore it,
You fell all over the floor. ...
Friend, that's not a petal,
It is my withered heart!
Step 2 go to the oak tree
If I love you,
Unlike climbing Campbell,
Show off yourself with your tall branches;
If I love you,
Never imitate spoony birds,
Repeat simple songs for the shade;
It is not just like a fountain,
Send cool comfort all year round;
It is not only a dangerous mountain peak,
Increase your height,
Set off your dignity.
Even during the day.
Even spring rain.
I don't know,
These are not enough!
I must be a kapok beside you,
Standing with you as the image of a tree.
Root,
Hold on to the ground,
Leaves,
Touch each other in the clouds.
Every time a gust of wind blows,
We all greet each other,
But no one understood 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,
We share cold waves, storms and lightning;
We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow.
As if we were separated forever,
But they are lifelong dependent.
This is great love,
Loyalty is here:
Love,
Not only love your strong body,
I like your position,
The land under your feet.
3. "When you are old"
When you get old,
My head is white,
Sleepy,
Take a nap by the fire,
Please write down this poem,
Read slowly,
Think back to the tenderness of your eyes in the past,
Recall the heavy shadows of their past;
How many people love you when you are young and happy,
Worship your beauty,
True or not,
Only one person loves your pilgrim soul,
Love the painful wrinkles on your aging face;
Keep your head down,
By the glowing red fire,
Whispering sadly about the passing of love,
On the mountain overhead, it walked slowly.
A face is hidden among a group of stars.