I got it.
On the cross of my poem
In order to complete a fable
In order to obey an ideal
The sky, rivers and mountains
Chose me and let me bear it.
I'm not qualified to make sacrifices.
So, I put my heart
Hold it high in your hands.
That is bitterness and pleasure.
A heart that has been pierced a thousand times.
Because of anger and desire
Infinitely expanding and contracting heart
my heart
Under the projection of eyes from various angles.
Emitted a rainbow of light.
But I'm tired, mom.
Reach out your hand.
Put it on my hot forehead.
I gave my life.
My sad flower
Although despised, it was trampled into mud.
I gave my life.
My initial naivety
Although it was desecrated, it was shrouded in doubt.
I held out my hands in purity and shyness.
Begging everyone to leave.
Everybody turn around.
I don't hide my weakness.
Even the swing of my black hair.
Has become a part of the world.
Red house, old banyan tree, fishing lamp on the bay
Into words in my eyes
Words produce sounds.
Surging around like waves.
In order to move
A heart that has not been touched.
But I'm tired, mom.
Reach out your hand.
Put it on my hot forehead.
The sunshine caresses me
Sprinkle it on my thin shoulders.
The wind and rain eroded me.
Change my childish face
I got it.
On the cross of my poem
Let the chorus cheer.
Stars and rain generally fall on my side.
God-like vulture
Eat my insides every day.
I don't belong to myself, but to myself.
That fable
That ideal
Even so.
I became a fossil.
That's my song.
Happy life
Will knock open a closed shutter
Dill flowers are still climbing.
open
Although I'm tired, mom
help me
Stand at the forefront of the front line
Poetry is not only limited self-expression, but also a simple description of reality. It should transcend the predicament, show a higher realm than reality itself, and even undertake an idealized mission of promotion and encouragement to promote the perfection and progress of life and the world. Shu Ting's choice actually reflects the poet's confidence, that is, his confidence in individuals, social forces and future prospects, rather than his skepticism or nihilism. This choice not only represents the different trends of China's contemporary poetry, but also acts as the other pole, which is an important constraint on the former.