There are few modern poems praising a plant or an animal.

tree

Modern Aiqing

A tree, a tree

Stand apart from each other

Wind and air

Tell them the distance

But under the cover of soil,

Their roots are growing.

In the unseen depths

They are wrapped around the roots.

peach blossom

lake

On the golden car at dawn

Blood red, explosive rupture

The illegitimate daughter of the sun

Bleeding slowly

Like a rebel group.

Savage and desolate machetes on the grassland

―― 1989.3. 15

Wild sunflower

blue

We will eat wild sunflowers in autumn.

Cut off your head.

The person who hit her will suddenly

Come back. It's almost dusk,

Her face, as the sunset becomes

Golden smoke,

With endless summer.

Through who? Crossing the horizon of buckwheat flowers?

Old things are covered with sadness, and I

Who did you die for?

Unreal wild sunflower. untrue

Sing.

The autumn wind stung my chest.