Shu Ting
O sea, I run to you in the morning,
The storm pressed my heart on your chest. ...
I heard you calling me in my dream last night.
Like a loving mother calling a long-lost child.
I wake up and listen to your deep voice:
It gets worse every time,
It's getting crazy.
Shake this island, shake my heart,
As if to sink into the trough together.
Your tide flooded my heart,
And then step down, step down to
Gather strength,
More violent roar.
I got up and tore open the screen window.
The night star is still shining in the cold.
You wait for me, wait for me,
Can't it wait until dawn? !
The morning breeze kisses the dew on 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 leaves break?
But I can't say.
Looking at your distant sail shadow, I burst into tears.
The wind slowly sent away your poem.
How can I not cry?
Because I'm late,
The delay in the evening,
More because I'm too young,
You can't break through time and distance!
The storm will come again,
Please don't forget me.
When you thunder
Shocked the dull universe,
I will eulogize your Feng Tao;
Oh, no, I'm so small,
May 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, he 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,
Never 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. ...
Go to the seaside
Shu Ting
sunrise on the sea
How many heroes have been sincerely admired?
Sunset at sea
Arouse the tenderness of many poets
How many songs were sung on the cliff?
And the sea breeze day and night
Whispering day and night
How many lines of footprints were left on the beach?
How many sails have been raised on the horizon?
It's all kept secret by Haitao
Secret burial
There have been curses and sorrows.
There have been praises and glory.
Ocean-a Changing Life
Life-a turbulent ocean
Where was the bunker dug when I was a child?
Where is the first love shoulder to shoulder?
Oh, the sea
Even if your waves
Can erase memories.
And some shells.
Scattered on the hillside
Like the stars on a summer night
Maybe the vortex is flashing dangerously.
Maybe the storm opened the greedy mouth.
Ah, life
Even though you destroyed it.
Countless pure dreams
There are also some brave people.
As in a storm
Flying petrel
The coastal night at night is as cold and cheerless.
The deserted rocks are as severe as death.
From the coast to Xiuyan
How lonely my shadow is
From dusk to midnight
How proud I am inside.
"the element of freedom"
Let you pretend to roar.
Let you be hypocritical and calm.
Let you take everything from the past.
All the past
This world
Have the pain of sinking
And the joy of awakening.