Pickled Cabbage Superman - With Eagles
Trees in Winter
The winter trees are solemn,
Even more concise and to the point.
They shed the naivety of spring,
The brilliance of summer,
And the splendor of autumn,
To become a sharp sword,
Pointing straight to the sky,
Standing upright without any hesitation.
Rain comes,
Frost comes,
Ice comes,
Snow comes,
It faces them all calmly,
Shouldering them with grace.
No need for leaves to applaud by its side,
No need for wind to stir it up.
A tree is a tree,
Silently bearing what it should,
Facing what it must with openness.
Having lost the lushness and beauty once brought by leaves,
It has also discarded the繁琐and burdens.
A tree fully covered with leaves in summer can be snapped by fierce winds,
But the tree in winter, in fierce gales,
Either stands tall or falls down,
Yet it will never bend,
Because it has abandoned the unnecessary and burdens.
Simplicity is the most beautiful.
I like the trees in winter,
I like the simplicity and openness of winter trees.