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(取消)
