The sun is the boiling blood of the tree
Bright and vivid
It guards the tree with a piety as cuckoo’s cry of blood
Open the heart
Because of the sunshine
The heart of the tree will not grow old
The mottled light spots under the leaves
It is the pouring of the tree Giving the earth a smile
The freedom and flow of light
Making the tree happy
Every outstretched branch
is a tree thinking The nerves of the tree
The tree carries the weight of sunlight throughout its life
It shuttles through the depths of the tree
It is the sunlight that is dedicated to the tree Reflection
So there are annual rings
They are the circles of ripples that rise when the tree is in a state of excitement
That It is full of footprints of sunshine
[Zhang Mudi Tree and Sunshine