Look up. No, Carola.
Shade, rain and wind,
Naive old Li Min Huan.
Green leaves encounter frost,
Broken.
People are straight and straight to the branches.
Proud and mean.
Poetry 2: Walnut Tree Praise
You are in the spring season,
A green flower like a caterpillar grew out. The naughty boy took it off and put it in the timid girl's bag. So you are beautiful, too.
Gullies, sloping fields and wild beaches are all your rooted homes.
Drought, rainstorm, scorching sun, wind and frost are all blocked by branches and leaves, and you are like a huge, unfolded umbrella under the scorching sun in summer. When the fallen caterpillar falls under its body,
You are green and round. In the autumn harvest season,
Your smile is the most beautiful.
Poetry 3: Trees
Stand still,
Stand still and don't talk.
Leave a trail of destruction
When the first ray of sunlight shines on the horizon,
You close your eyes slightly,
Just because you don't want to see people's questioning eyes, when the flowers fall on every corner of the branches, you still stand there with bare eyes, year after year, and never change.
I don't know when you fell in love with the afternoon sunshine.
When there is still a little chilly sunshine flowing through.
Every blood vessel in your body is beating violently and boiling to wash away the gloom caused by meanness.
Black becomes your favorite color.
When night falls quietly.
You are as fresh as a child who has slept all winter.
Open your eyes and enjoy the peace at this moment.
Talking quietly with the night, telling the unique sadness and listening to the simple happiness in my heart.
-Peach trees that don't bloom