If I love you --
It is not like the lingzhuhua
Show off yourself with your high branch;
If I love you --
Never learn crazy birds
Repeated monotonous songs in the shade of green;
More than just the source
Cool comfort for years;
It's not just like a dangerous peak
Increase your height to set off your prestige,
Or even daylight.
Or even spring rain.
No, these are not enough!
I must be a kapok near you,
As a tree image, you are standing together.
Root, clenched in the ground
Ye, in the cloud.
Every gust of wind
We all greet each other,
But no one
Understand our words.
You have your copper branch iron stem
Like a knife, like a sword,
It's also like jid;
I have my red flowers
Like a heavy sigh,
It is like a brave torch.
We share the cold dynasty, the wind, the thunder;
We share smog, streaming, and rainbow.
As if they are separated forever,
But they are dependent on each other for life.
This is a great love,
Jian Zhen is here:
Love --
Not only do you love your body,
I also love your stick position and the land under my feet.
1977.3.27
This is indeed a good poem!
Zhou will give a speech to this poem at the instructor image competition. He was lucky enough to hear her recite it to me last night.
Shu Ting, author
This is a great experience for colleagues who work in Ningbo and have the honor to take a photo with Shu Ting.
