Modern poetry (modern poetry, non-classical poetry) with lyrical scenery is urgently needed. The author had better take them with him, please, 3Q.

Shu Ting's oak tree is good. If I love you, I will never show off on your high branches like climbing Campbell. If I love you-I will never repeat monotonous songs for the shade like an spoony bird; It not only brings cool comfort all year round like a fountain; Not only does it increase height and set off dignity like a dangerous peak. 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, clinging to underground leaves, touch each other in the clouds. Every time a gust of wind passes, we greet each other, but no one understands us. You have your copper branches and iron stems, like knives, swords and halberds; I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh and a heroic torch. We share cold waves, storms and lightning; We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow. Seemingly separated forever, but dependent for life. This is great love, this is loyalty: love-not only your stalwart body, but also the position you insist on, the land under your feet. 1March 27, 977