Perhaps it is because the language of this poem is beautiful and vivid, and it is catchy to read; Or maybe it's because more young men and women are dreaming and expecting a perfect love?
In this poem, the poet chose the two central images of "Kapok" and "Oak" in a unique way, which contained delicate, euphemistic and profound feelings in the novel and vivid images. The love it expresses is not only pure and hot, but also noble and great. It is like an old and fresh song, which touches people's heartstrings.
The poet takes the oak tree as the object, expressing the passion, sincerity and firmness of love. The oak tree in the poem is not a concrete object, but an ideal lover symbol of the poet. Therefore, this poem, to some extent, does not simply pour out one's passionate love, but expresses one's ideals and beliefs about love. It is expressed through a kind and concrete image, which is quite meaningful to the ancients.
First of all, the oak tree is tall, charming, deep and rich in connotation-"high branches" and "shade" are one meaning, and the method of setting off is adopted here. Poets don't want the love of vassals, nor do they want to be a smug flower attached to the high branches of oak trees. Poets don't want to give love, to be a bird that sings for the shade all day, to be a fountain of wishful thinking, and to be a mountain that blindly supports the oak tree. The poet doesn't want to lose himself in such love. Love needs to be based on equality of personality, independence of personality, mutual respect and admiration, and mutual affinity.
What the poet wants is the kind of love that two people stand shoulder to shoulder and share weal and woe. The poet compares himself to a kapok, a kapok standing side by side with an oak tree. The roots and leaves of these two trees are closely connected. The poet's persistence in love is no less than the ancients' "I would like to be a bird in the sky, and I would like to live together on the ground, with two branches in one tree." . Oak and kapok stand quietly and firmly. When the wind blows, swaying branches and leaves greet each other and they are connected. That is the language of their world, their inner harmony and silent understanding.
Two people are guarding it like this, two determined trees, two fresh lives and two noble hearts. A brave guard, every branch is always ready to stop attacks from the outside world and defend the world of two people; One is a passionate life, with red flowers, willing to cheer for him and light up his future when he is struggling. They share the threat of difficulties and the test of setbacks; Similarly, they enjoy the splendor of life and the magnificence of nature.
What poets want is such great love, the same greatness and nobility, the same thoughts and soul, rooted in the same foundation, sharing weal and woe, and being dependent on each other in cold and warm.
Poetry expresses the poet's ideal view of love with novel and magnificent images and appropriate metaphors. The metaphor and peculiar image combination in the poem represented the new form of poetry at that time, which was of groundbreaking significance. In addition, although novel images are used in poetry, the language of poetry is not obscure, but colloquial, with fresh aura and subtle hints in novelty, giving people unlimited imagination.
It is this infinite daydream space that makes people have their own understanding of love, their own pursuit and their own good wishes! So it's normal that To the Oak is so popular?
Appendix:
To the oak tree.
-Shu Ting
If I love you-
Never liked climbing Campbell flowers.
Show off with your tall branches.
If I love you-
Never imitate spoony birds.
Repeating monotonous songs for the shade of trees
It's not just like a fountain.
Send cool comfort all year round.
It's not just a dangerous mountain peak.
Increase your height
Set off your dignity
Even sunshine.
Even spring rain
no
These are not enough.
I must be a kapok beside you.
Standing with you as the image of a tree.
Roots, clenched in the ground
Leaves, touching in the clouds
Every gust of wind blows
We all greet each other.
But no one
Understand our words
You have your copper branches and iron stems.
Like a knife, like a sword, like a halberd.
I have my red flowers.
Like a heavy sigh
Like a heroic torch.
We share cold waves, storms and thunder.
We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow.
As if we were apart forever.
But depend on each other for a lifetime
This is great love.
Loyalty is here.
Love-
Not only love your stalwart body.
I love your stand, too.
tread underfoot