Back to the original oak tree

To the Oak Tree is a contemporary poem by China poet Shu Ting. If I love you,

Never liked climbing Campbell flowers.

Show off yourself with your tall branches;

If I love you,

Never imitate spoony birds.

Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;

It's not just like a fountain.

Send cool comfort all year round;

It's not just a dangerous mountain peak.

Increase height and set off dignity.

Even during the day.

Even spring rain.

No, these are not enough!

I must be a kapok beside you,

Standing with you as the image of a tree.

Roots, clenched in the ground

Leaves, touching in the clouds.

Every gust of wind blows

We all greet each other,

But no one

Understand what we said.

You have your copper branches and iron stems.

Like a knife, like a sword,

Like a halberd;

I have my red flowers.

Like a heavy sigh,

Like a heroic torch.

We share cold waves, storms and lightning;

We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow.

As if we were separated forever,

But they are lifelong dependent.

This is great love,

Loyalty is here:

love

Not only love your strong body,

I also love your stand, the land under your feet.