Poetry: I want to be ... what are they?

I'd rather be the rapids.

-petofi

I'd rather be the rapids,

A river in the mountains,

On the rugged road,

Pass over the rocks ...

As long as my lover

This is a small fish,

In my waves

Swim around happily.

I'd rather be a barren forest,

On both sides of the river,

For a gust of wind,

Only dare to fight ...

As long as my lover

I wish I were a bird,

In my dense

The branches are creaking.

I would like to be a ruin,

On the steep rocks,

This silent destruction

Doesn't make me depressed. ...

As long as my lover

It's green ivy,

Along my desolate forehead,

Climb up intimately.

I'd rather make a cabin,

At the bottom of the ravine,

On the top of the hut

Be struck by wind and rain ...

As long as my lover

Is a lovely flame,

In my stove,

Blink slowly and happily.

I want to be a tree.

Xiao Ping Wu

I want to be a tree.

Stand still

Don't let you know the secret of my ring.

Don't let you know that I am old.

If I am sad about my youth

Those lush green leaves

Can make you strong in a difficult situation.

If I ever fantasized about love,

Those petals that can't stand the wind and rain

Can make you believe in the existence of love

When winter comes,

When I'm like an ugly skeleton

I can't describe the pain and sadness.

Those shy buds

If it can make you feel the hope of a new life

I want to be a tree.

Stand still

In front of your overlooking window

In our clean little yard

clock

Xiao Ping Wu

ticking sound

Like the heartbeat of life

It's like a repeated name.

As if the expected footsteps.

From far to near

Drifting away again

A town without you

Nostalgic and quiet cafe

There is an old and big clock.

It will make a tick.

Its time is always fixed.

At the moment you left.