舒婷
If I love you --I will never be a trumpet creeper
Clinging to your body to highlight my height
If I love you --I will never be a spoony bird
Repeating the monotonous song for a green shade
Nor a spring
That brings perennial cool solace
Nor steep peak
That increases your highness, reflect your eminence
Even the sunlight
Even the spring rain
No, all these are not sufficient
I must be a ceiba stand by your side
A tree
With roots clinched underground
And leaves touched in the cloud
We nod to each other
When each gust passes by
But nobody
Can understand our words
You have your iron body
Like a knife, a sword, as well as a halberdI have my red flowers
Like a heavy sigh
And a valiant torch
We share cold, storms and thunders
We enjoy brume, mist and neons
Seems we are part always
But we are together forever
Only this can be called a great love
The loyalty is this
Not only your manful body I love
But also the place you hold, and the land under your foot
