Maybe we always have no readers on our minds. Maybe we started off on the wrong path and ended up wrong again. Maybe we lighted lanterns one after another and were blown out by the strong wind. Maybe we burned out our life candles to illuminate the darkness but there is no heating fire around us. Maybe The land becomes more fertile after tears have flowed. Maybe we sing about the sun and we are sung by the sun. Maybe the heavier the weight on our shoulders, the more towering our faith becomes. Maybe we cry out for all suffering and have to be silent for personal misfortune. Maybe we have no other choice due to the irresistible call. Shu Ting Introduction: Shu Ting , formerly known as Gong Peiyu, is a contemporary female poet whose ancestral home is Quanzhou, Fujian. She was born in Shima Town, Fujian in 1952 and grew up in Xiamen. She "jumped in and settled down" before graduating from junior high school. She began writing in 1969, when her poems had already been circulated among the educated youth. After returning to the city He worked as a temporary worker in various fields: cement worker, car blocker, sizing worker, and solder worker. In 1979, he began to publish poems in the folk journal "Today", and in the same year he officially published his works in "Poetry Magazine". In 1980, he became a member of the editorial department of "Fujian Literature and Art" The discussion on her works lasted for nearly a year, and the discussion involved a series of fundamental issues in new poetry. Maybe - Answering the Loneliness of an Author Maybe there is always no reader on our minds Maybe the road started wrong and the result is still wrong Maybe we start to click One by one, the lanterns were blown out by the strong wind. Maybe they burned out their lives. The candles illuminated the darkness but there was no fire around them. Maybe the tears were shed and the land became more fertile. Maybe we sang about the sun and were sang by the sun. Maybe the heavier our shoulders were, the more towering our faith became. Maybe it was for everything. Crying out suffering, one has to remain silent in response to personal misfortune. Maybe we have no other choice due to the irresistible call. "Maybe" - Shu Ting. Maybe there is always no reader on our minds. Maybe the road started wrong, but the result is still the wrong one. Maybe we light up lanterns one after another and are interrupted again. The strong wind blows them out one by one. Maybe the candles of life are burned up to illuminate the darkness, but there is no heating fire around. Maybe the tears are shed and the land becomes more fertile. Maybe we sing about the sun and the sun sings about it. Maybe the heavier the shoulders are, the more towering the belief is. Maybe I cry out for all the sufferings to the individual. Unfortunately, we have to remain silent? Maybe because of the irresistible call? We have no other choice. About the author: Shu Ting, female, born in Shima Town, Fujian Province in 1952, is a contemporary Chinese female poet and a representative of the Misty Poetry School. Shu Ting, formerly known as Gong Peiyu, settled in Xiamen with her parents since she was a child. She went to the countryside to join a military team in 1969 and returned to the city to work as a worker in 1972. She began publishing poetry in 1979. In 1980, she worked at the Fujian Federation of Literary and Art Circles and engaged in professional writing. Meaning: The image of this poem is a reply to a letter to a young man. The young man is willing to help others and hopes to change some things around him through his own efforts. However, every time he encounters setbacks, he hesitates, hesitates, and gives up several times. This is the help Shu Ting gave him. We have no other choice. The poet believes that in the process of pursuing the value of life, there will be losses, but there will also be gains. The poet has a solemn sense of mission based on his awareness of danger. Non-affirmative sentence patterns, such as "Maybe Our Thoughts", always have no readers, so we must continue to create.