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