Sycamore
Text/Ardor
The tall torso is heroic
A flowering shrub is always loved
The turquoise skin is like green jade
The gentle yellow flowers are a little more sonorous
You always like to look towards the sun
Erect a golden corridor with your body
Walk over covered in gold
The hidden trumpet flowers sound the trumpets of the sky
Phoenix Ming, Wu Tong Sheng
A century of roots is rooted in the heart
The hillside where the bluebirds wandered
There is always a sycamore that is your place to rest
No need to sigh without a straight body
Delight in your leafy grace
The lonely night transforms into a piano
The deepest love will pop up the deepest sorrow
About author:Pen name Ardor, a native of Jilin Province. He has published many poems and novels in Jianghe Literature, Young Writers, Literary Appreciation, Liaoning Literature, Hua Chinese Studies, Qilu Literature, Shenzhou Poetry Newspaper, etc.
Postscript: When you read this little poem, it is a kind of fate. If this little poem brings you warmth, it will make you feel a little moved. 别忘了给作者加个关注，点个赞，收藏一份友情，谢谢！
