北京十一学校高一（7）班 x
I want to find a tree
it's not like the ones which
stand in the noisy streets
and painfully struggle and breathe
I want to find a tree
it's not the ones which
fully dressed with brilliant decorations
and proudly dance with joy
I want to find a tree
it's not the youthful ones which
shake suddenly when strong winds came
and aggressively compete in height.
It was definitely a long journey
until I held my step and gasped excitedly
It quickly drives away the emptiness
as the satisfying result appears
That is a oak in his thirties
though that's quite young as a tree
His leaves waving in the gentle wind
smiling fondly to me.