The ideological contents of the two poems about the sea, Morning Melody by the Sea and Tears of the Sea, are both yearning for and pursuing a free and unrestrained life, and both declare contempt and arrogance for the gloomy reality that trampled on human nature at that time.
Poems by Shu Ting, the author of Morning Melody by the Sea and Tears from the North of the Bamboo Sea.
Morning songs by the sea
I came to see you early in the morning,
The waves press 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 and gather 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 the sail shadow in the distance
I was in 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 to break through time and distance.
The storm will come again.
Please don't forget me.
When you shake the dull universe with thunder
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 stone that has been enchanted for thousands of years.
Stop talking about it.
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 came to see you early in the morning,
The waves press my heart on your chest. ...
Pearl shell-tears of the sea
Put a pearl shell in my trembling hand,
Like goose yellow tears dripping from the sea. ...
When the waves leave with hatred,
Suffocated on the snow-white chest of the earth,
This is the burning tears in the hero's eyes.
Loyal as a hero,
Jealous sunshine
Can't turn it into a drop of water;
When the waves cheer,
The earth welcomes its lover with open arms,
This is a golden branch and jade leaf in a girl's arms.
As affectionate as a girl's heart,
Cruel years
Can't let its petals wither.
It's countless hugs,
Countless tears,
In countless joys and sorrows,
The noblest poem abandoned;
Countless foggy mornings,
Countless rainy nights,
In countless times,
The most harmonious music forgotten.
Expand it—
The blood of losers,
Get up-
Monument to the winner.
It witnessed bloody glory,
It records great sins.
Great,
Its pattern, its color,
Including the vast universe,
Summarized the vast world;
It's small, as simple as my lines,
The wind whipped me hard,
Can't get it back from me.
Like goose yellow tears dripping from the sea,
I put a pearl shell in my trembling hand.