Poetry recitation at the welcome party

"To the Oak" is heroic and dry, and it is not suitable for high mountains and flowing water. Modern poetry has great limitations at present, and the following two poems by Shu Ting are recommended:

Morning song by the sea

Author: Shu Ting

I run to you in the morning, O sea.

The storm pressed my heart on your chest. ...

I heard you call me in my dream last night.

Like a loving mother calling a long-lost child.

I wake up and listen to your deep singing.

It's getting worse every time.

It's getting crazy.

Shake the island, shake my heart.

As if sinking into the trough together.

Your tide flooded my heart.

And then step down, step down to

cohesion strength

A more violent roar broke out.

I got up and tore open the screen window.

The night star is still shining in the cold.

Wait for me, wait for me.

Can't it wait until dawn?

The morning wind just kissed the dew off the betel nut tip.

I am here, but you are unexpectedly quiet and gentle.

You smile, you whisper

You calmed everything down.

Leaving only a touch of sadness

Only I know.

Why do withered oak trees break?

But I can't say.

Looking at your distant sail shadow, I shed tears.

The wind slowly sent away your poem.

How can I not cry?

Apologize for my lateness.

Night delay

More because I am too young.

We cannot break through time and distance.

The storm will come again.

Please don't forget me.

When you thunder

Shocked the dreary universe

I will sing the praises of your Feng Tao.

Oh, no, I'm so small.

Can I become a snow-white bird?

Be your messenger calling for freedom.

Once I see your secret,

Like that hard rock.

After thousands of years of magic, I stopped talking.

Let your hurricane melt me into your voice.

Let your crazy waves shape me into your role.

I will never hesitate.

Never Back Down

Don't tremble

O sea, please remember-

I am your faithful daughter.

I run to you in the morning, O sea.

The storm pressed my heart on your chest. ...

Give (a gift)

Author: Shu Ting

My dream is the dream of a pond.

Survival not only reflects the sky.

Surround weeping willows and Chinese milk vetch

Draw me clean.

I walked along the roots to the veins.

It's not sad to die for me.

I expressed myself.

I got my life.

My happiness is the happiness of sunshine.

It was short-lived, but it left an immortal creation.

In the eyes of children

Light a small golden fire

In the germ of the seed

Singing green songs

I am simple and rich.

So I deeply

My sadness is the sadness of migratory birds.

Only spring understands this love.

Endure all difficulties and failures.

Fly to a warm and bright future forever.

Ah, bleeding wings

Write a complete poem

Go deep into everyone's heart

Enter all ages

All my feelings

It is a gift from the land.

I hope it helps you.