Wu is the male tree, Tong is the female tree, they grow and grow old together, live and die together!
The phoenix is singing, on that high hill. The phoenix trees are growing, and the sun is rising there!
He is her brother in name, and she is his sister in name!
They are wandering between love and not love!
They have no choice between hating or being hated!
Should he give up and let her be free, or should he use his own power to imprison her?
The following is a poem about Wutong:
The soul of gifting flowers
I love the autumn rain when the flowers are blooming. The rain moistens the flowers and fills them with fragrance.
Friends from all over the world come sincerely, and some of them once knew how to appreciate chrysanthemums.
The flower soul and sycamore tree listen to the autumn rain, moistening things silently and spiritually.
The autumn rain trickles into a stream, and the soul of the flowers overflows silently and fragrantly.
The fragrance of the flower soul is thousands of miles away, and the misty autumn rain is blowing towards my face.
The radio waves connect you and me, and my thoughts of flowers and rain never linger.
————Author: Wutong