To an Oak Shu Ting Tr.Manfield Zhu
If I loved you,
I would be absolutely unlike the trumpet creeper climbing upon your body with lofty branches for a display.
If I loved you,
I would absolutely not follow a silly bird way to the green shadow repeatedly singing an old story;
And also not just like a fountain,
Yearly contributing you with cooling fan;
And still not like a peak of danger to have you higher in an awe-inspiring manner;
Or even to flaunt your daylight,Or your raining at spring night.
No,not enough with the above lines!
I must be like kapok standing nearby,
Along together with you as a tree,not as a vine.
My root must penetrate into the ground tight；
My leaves reach the clouds under the sky.
With a gust of wind,we must say hello as a respected manner,but no humans know
What we are going to show.
You have your trunk with branches strong as iron,or like spear,sword you sharpen and also halberd weapon.
I have rich red flowers tied seemingly with a deep sigh,
And also like a heroic torchlight.
We should bear cold air,tempest,and thunder;
We should share fog,haze,and rainbow together,as if we were never separated from each other,depending on each other forever.
That’s a great love
The so-called inflexible virtue must be like this
Love
Not only love your great body but your heart
And still the firm ground ,as an organ part
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