Whose chest is the snow lying,
He lives close to the rain.
Only a fool like me can write poetry,
But only God can build a tree.
tree
I don't think I will ever see it.
A poem as beautiful as a tree,
The thirsty lips of the tree clung tightly together.
Sweet breasts of earth milk,
It looks up to God all day,
Raise your leafy arms and pray,
In its dense branches and leaves
In summer, the robin's nest will be built,
Snowflakes fall in its arms,
It is closely related to rain.
Poetry comes from fools like us,
I especially recommend it.
I especially recommend it.