2. I must be a kapok beside you, standing with you as the image of a tree, grasping the leaves in the ground and touching each other in the clouds. Every time a gust of wind passes, we greet each other, but no one understands us. You have copper branches and iron stems, like knives, swords and halberds. I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh and a heroic torch. We share the cold wave thunder and lightning, and we enjoy the fog, rain and rainbow as if we were separated forever, but we are dependent on each other for life.
It is better to cry on your lover's shoulder all night than to exhibit on the cliff for a thousand years. -Shu Ting's goddess peak
4, let me have a quiet dream, don't leave me, that short street, we have been walking for a long time. -Shu Ting's Singing Iris
My sweet and deep memory is not a torrent or a waterfall, but a dry well-Shu Ting, which can't sing under the shade of flowers and trees.
6. Because it is an emotion, it should be untraceable. -Shu Ting's Autumn Mood
7. I hope she has blood in her chest and hurt in her heart, just like me. I don't want to spend a good month and a full moon. I don't want to be poor. I want to be as poor as a wisp of fragrance in bitter tea, and as proud as the blue sky. -Shu Ting "I Hope"
8. If I love you-I will never show off on your high branches like climbing Campbell; If I love you-I won't repeat monotonous songs for the shade like an infatuated bird-Shu Ting's To the Oak Tree
9. The road has been chosen. Without Bai Yutang, I have never regretted it. People are easy to sleepwalk in the moonlight, eager for it, and know how to be gentle. -Shu Ting's Mid-Autumn Night
10, I said that Daisy closed her sleepy eyes, and you said that cordate telosma opened the doors of layers of hearts. I said it was a vibrant late spring, and you said it was a charming and intoxicated night. -Shu Ting's "Dusk"
1 1. If there is no parting and reunion, if the soul can't bear joy and sorrow, what is the meaning of the soul and what is the meaning of life? Shu ting's farewell.
12, "If I love you, I will never show off on your high branches like climbing Campbell; If I love you-I will never learn from spoony birds and repeat monotonous songs for the shade; It is not only like spring, but also brings cool comfort all year round; It is not just like a dangerous peak, it increases your height and sets off your dignity. Even sunshine, even spring rain. No, these are not enough! I must be a kapok beside you, standing with you as a tree. Roots, close to the ground; Leaves, touching in the clouds. Every time a gust of wind passes, we greet each other, but no one understands us. You have your copper branches and iron stems, like a knife, like a sword, and like a halberd; I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh and like a heroic torch. We share cold waves, storms and lightning; We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow. Seemingly separated forever, but dependent for life. This is great love, and this is firmness: love-not only your stalwart body, but also your standing and the land under your feet. " -Shu Ting's "To the Oak"
13, who wrote these three words in tears on the beach, who embedded a line of colorful inscriptions with shells, with gentle hope, and finally it must be a girl who put down a bunch of daisies and wore a red handkerchief. So, everyone who passes by here is infected by that nameless acacia-Shu Ting's I Love You.
14, among all kinds of handkerchiefs waving to you, whose hand suddenly retracted and covered her eyes tightly. When people are scattered, who is still standing at the stern, with skirts flying like a surging cloud? Jiang Tao's exaltation and low release left a beautiful sadness in the world, which was passed down from generation to generation. But can the heart really turn into stone? For the crane overlooking the distant sky, countless thoughts, Jin Ju and Ligustrum lucidum flooding along the river are inciting new betrayal.
15, they are willing to be stars in the sky and lamps on the ground. They are not afraid to look small as long as they try their best —— Shu Ting's I Hope
16. Good friends say goodbye without taking any posture. You are mature and full. I fell from the branches during the day and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Good friends say goodbye before the hoofbeat at night. Your eyes are like my hairstyle. I hope you like me. -Shu Ting's Untitled (2)
17, I believe we are all familiar with a language. The dumb clock of the flower clock, the unfinished poem written by the meteorite, what the tape can't eavesdrop on-the distant glow gives you my hint. If I have to say, I have nothing to answer. -Shu Ting "A"
18, my sadness, because of your shining, a faint light wheel rises. -Shu Ting's Singing Iris
19, love-not only love your stalwart body, but also love your stand and love the land under your feet. -Shu Ting's "To the Oak"
20. I must be a kapok beside you, standing with you as a tree. -Shu Ting's "To the Oak"
Chapter ii 1. Roots cling to the ground and leaves touch each other in the clouds. -Shu Ting
2. I am your shabby old waterwheel by the river, spinning tired songs for hundreds of years; When you grope in the tunnel of history, I am a miner's lamp with black forehead; I am a withered ear of rice; It is a roadbed that has been in disrepair for a long time; It is the barge on the muddy beach that pulls the rope deep into your shoulder. -Shu Ting's motherland, my dear motherland.
3. When I was so greedy, I caught the scenery one by one, dare to be the morning scene in the eyes of others? -Shu Ting's "Gulangyu Snapshot"
4. Your own story is in the photo album. The album is forgotten, can it really be forgotten? The first love dream engraved on the title page of youth-Shu Ting's old friend Axi
If I love you, I will never show off on your high branches like climbing Campbell. If I love you, I will never learn from spoony birds and repeat monotonous songs for the shade. It is not only like spring, but also brings cool comfort all year round; It is not just like a dangerous peak, it increases your height and sets off your dignity. Even during the day. Even spring rain. No, these are not enough! I must be a kapok beside you, standing with you as a tree. Roots, close to the ground, leaves, lingering in the clouds. Every time a gust of wind blows, we greet each other, but no one understands us. -Shu Ting's "To the Oak"
6, 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 have a cold wave, wind and thunder, thunderbolt; We * * * enjoy the mist and rainbow, as if we were separated forever, but we were dependent on each other for life. This is great love, and here is firmness: not only love your stalwart body, but also love your stand and the land under your feet. -Shu Ting
7. Let you pretend to roar, let you be hypocritical and calm, and let you take away everything in the past and everything in the past. In this world, there are both the pain of sinking and the joy of awakening. -Shu Ting "The Sea"
There is an old European-style house on the stone slope, surrounded by spacious corridors, but the roof is everywhere. Parthenocissus enters the house, and reeds are swaying in the window lattice. Deep in the desert garden, the wild partridge crow tugged at the silver branch of eucalyptus citriodora trembling and ended in cadence. Granite pillars that stand proudly stand against time and never give in, and still maintain their former glory. -Shu Ting's "Gulangyu Snapshot"
9. You were born without talking about suffering. No suffering has disappeared forever. When the flute and pipa wake up the general sadness in the dusk photos, you gently bite the corner of the headscarf in your mouth. When you stand between the sea and the sky so gracefully, people ignore your feet, the alkali beach and rocks you stepped on. In the cover and illustrations, you become a landscape and a legend. -Shu Ting
10, not all trees were broken by the storm; Not all seeds can't find the soil to take root; Not all true feelings are lost in the desert of human heart; Not all dreams are willing to have their wings broken. No, not everything is like you said! Not all flames only burn themselves without illuminating others; Not all the stars only indicate the night and don't report the dawn; Not all songs pass by my ears and don't stay in my heart. No, not everything is like you said! Not all appeals went unanswered; Not all losses can't be compensated; Not all abyss is doomed; Not all destruction covers the weak; Not all souls can step on the mud under their feet; Not all the consequences are tears and blood stains, not smiles. Everything in the present breeds the future, and everything in the future-so does Shu Ting's This is Everything.
Article 3 1, the motherland! I'm poor and I'm sad. I am the pain of your ancestors, and I am a flower that never falls to the ground between the sleeves of "flying"; -Shu Ting's motherland, my dear motherland.
2. Although the hibiscus is broad-leaved, the single umbrella-shaped corolla is as delicate as silk; It's not as heavy as dew overnight. (1) Climbing the fence * Morning glory, sowing the gossip of grass flowers. Jackfruit tucked the plump fruit under his arm, like a hedgehog clinging to a huge trunk. -Shu Ting's "Gulangyu Snapshot"
3. As long as the wind at night changes the direction of thought, as long as your horn suddenly becomes silent and demands harmony, I will come back and whisper on your shoulder, brother, I am here-Shu Ting's "Brother I am here"
4. Cry if you want, they taught me to smile; I am smile happily, and they taught me to cry. They are right, so am I —— Twilight by Shu Ting
5. If I love you, I don't want to be a climbing Campbell and show off myself with your high branches. -Shu Ting
6, the motherland! I am your brand-new ideal, just breaking away from the spider web of myth; I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow; I am your laughing vortex with tears hanging; I am the newly painted white starting line; What is breaking out is the crimson dawn; -Shu Ting's motherland, my dear motherland.
7. Not all trees were broken by the storm; Not all seeds can't find the soil to take root; Not all true feelings are lost in the desert of human heart; Not all dreams are willing to have their wings broken. No, not everything is like you said! Not all flames only burn themselves without illuminating others; Not all the stars only indicate the night and don't report the dawn; Not all songs pass by my ears and don't stay in my heart. -Shu Ting
8. "Fairy Tale Poet" Shu Ting You believe that the fairy tale you wrote has become a blue flower in the fairy tale. Your eyes ignored the diseased trees and the rusty iron fence. With a simple signal, the team composed of stars, Chinese milk vetch and alfalfa set out for an unpolluted distance. The heart may be small, but the world is big. People believe that you believe that there are countless small suns hanging mulberries in Tasong after the rain, fishing rods winding around the river, clouds winding the tail of kites, countless shaken memories shaking off the dust of the years, and talking to your dreams with the voice of pure silver. The world may be very small and careful, and the field is very big-Shu Ting's fairy tale poet.
9. "If I love you, I will never show off on your high branches like climbing Campbell: if I love you, I will never imitate spoony birds and repeat monotonous songs for the shade; It is not only like spring, but also brings cool comfort all year round; It is not just like a dangerous peak, it increases your height and sets off your dignity. Even during the day. Even spring rain. No, these are not enough! I must be a kapok beside you, standing with you as a tree. Roots, close to the ground, leaves, lingering in the clouds. Every time a gust of wind passes, we greet each other, "but no one understands us." "You have your copper branches and iron stems, like a knife, like a sword, like a halberd, and I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh, like a heroic torch, and we share cold waves, storms and thunderbolts; We * * * enjoy the fog and rainbow, as if we were separated forever, but we were dependent on each other for life. This is great love-Shu Ting's To the Oak Tree.
10, happy people are pigs, unfortunate people are people, I am a lucky unfortunate, at least I sleep like a pig-Shuting.
1 1. She is his little schemer. Begging for an answer, she didn't say a word, but when she needed silence, she smiled and screamed. She broke the balance, she despised the concept, and she was like a wayward Kobayashi, circling him with grotesque dance steps. She is his little schemer. She refused to give him what he dreamed of; He never imagined it, but she asked to accept it. Attracted by tenderness and avoided; Before I get it, I am afraid of losing it; I am a whirlpool, and I have created countless whirlpools. No one understands her magic. She is his little schemer. If you don't come, you can't get away It seems close at hand, but in fact I can't stop. Sometimes like an iceberg, sometimes like a sea of fire, always like a song without words. I don't know if it's true or not, and I don't know if it's sweet or spicy after tasting it. His, his, she is his little schemer. -Shu Ting's "Little Conspiracy"
12. If I love you, I will never show off myself with your high branches like climbing Campbell: If I love you, I will never learn from spoony birds and repeat monotonous songs for the shade; It is not only like spring, but also brings cool comfort all year round; It is not just like a dangerous peak, it increases your height and sets off your dignity. Even during the day. Even spring rain. No, these are not enough! -Shu Ting's "To the Oak"
13, a colorful wall chart without lines, a pure algebra without solution, a single-stringed piano, a string of rosary beads stirring the rain on the eaves, and a pair of paddles that can't reach the other shore. Buds generally wait silently, and the sunset generally pays far attention. There may be an ocean hidden, but only two tears come out. Ah, in the distance of the soul, in the depths of the soul. -Shu Ting "Missing"
14, keep promise all your life? Endure loneliness for a dedication? Yes, life should not be squandered at will, but people have their own rules. -Shu Ting's "The Law of the Heart"
15, I am one billionth of you and the sum of your 9.6 million square meters. You raised me with a scarred breast, a considerate me and a boiling me. Then get your wealth, your glory and your freedom from my flesh and blood-my dear motherland! -Shu Ting's motherland, my dear motherland.
16, if I love you-I will never show off on your tall branches like climbing camphor trees; If I love you-I will never learn from spoony birds and repeat monotonous songs for the shade; It is not only like a fountain, but also brings cool comfort all year round. Every time a gust of wind passes, we greet each other, but no one understands us. You have your copper branches and iron stems, like a knife, like a sword, and like a halberd; I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh and like a heroic torch. We share cold waves, storms and lightning; We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow. Seemingly separated forever, but dependent for life. This is the great love, the letter is here-Shu Ting to the oak tree
17, not afraid of the ends of the earth, I have you in my voyage, and I am in your sight-Shu Ting.