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To the oak tree.
Shu Ting
If I love you-
Never liked climbing Campbell flowers.
Show off yourself with your tall branches;
If I love you-
Never imitate spoony birds.
Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;
It's not just like a fountain.
Send cool comfort for many years;
It's not just a dangerous mountain peak.
Increase your height,
Set off your dignity.
Even the eyes.
Even spring rain.
No, these are not enough!
I must be a kapok beside you,
Standing with you as the image of a tree.
Roots, close to the ground,
Leaves, touching in the clouds.
Every time a gust of wind blows,
We all greet each other,
But no one
Understand what we said.
You have your copper branches and iron stems,
Like a knife, like a sword,
I have my red flowers,
Like a heavy sigh,
Like a hero's torch
We share cold waves, storms and lightning;
We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow.
As if we were separated forever,
But they are lifelong dependent.
This is great love.
Loyalty is here:
Love-
Not only love your strong body,
I also love your position and the land under your feet.
Give a gift to a friend
Shu Ting
A person's life should have
Many stations
I hope that every platform
There is a lamp in the fog.
Although no one uses their shoulders anymore
Block the howling wind
Fingers are frozen stiff.
Help me fold the white scarf.
I hope the light is on as it is tonight.
Even if the snow and ice peak stops.
Every road
Others set off for a distant place.
We are doomed to get lost.
Countless days and nights
I only ask that it be up to me to decide.
A quiet morning
A crumpled handkerchief
Spread out on a damp bench.
You open your blue notes.
The mango tree rained all night.
Write two lines of poetry and you can go.
come to think of it
Write it on the path by the lake
Your footprint and figure
No parting and reunion
If you dare not bear happiness and sadness
What's the point of the soul?
What is life?
Give (a gift)
Shu Ting
My dream is the dream of a pond.
Survival not only reflects the sky.
Surround weeping willows and Chinese milk vetch
Draw me clean.
I walked along the roots to the veins.
It's not sad to die for me.
I expressed myself.
I got my life.
My happiness is the happiness of sunshine.
It was short-lived, but it left an immortal creation.
In the eyes of children
Light a small golden fire
In the germ of the seed
Singing green songs
I am simple, simple.
So I deeply
My sadness is the sadness of migratory birds.
Only spring understands this love.
Endure all difficulties and failures.
Fly to a warm and bright future forever.
Ah, bleeding wings
Write a complete poem
Go deep into everyone's heart
Enter all ages
All my feelings
It is a gift from the land.
This is everything, too.
-Answer a young friend's "everything"
Shu Ting
Not all trees
Be broken by the storm;
Not all seeds
Can't find rooted soil;
Not everything is true.
Are lost in the desert of people's hearts;
Not all dreams
Willing to be deprived of wings.
No, not everything.
Just like you said!
Not all flames
They will only burn themselves.
Not illuminating others;
Not all stars
It only means night.
Don't report the dawn;
Not all songs
All pass by my ear,
Didn't leave it in my heart.
No, not everything.
Just like you said!
Not all calls go unanswered;
Not all losses can't be compensated;
Not all abyss is doomed;
Not all destruction covers the weak;
Not all hearts
You can step on the mud under your feet;
Not all the consequences
It's all tears and blood prints, but it doesn't show joy.
All the present breeds the future,
Everything in the future comes from yesterday.
Hope and fight for it.
Please put these on your shoulders.
The shore of Beidaihe
Shu Ting
that night
I seem to be only eight years old.
I don't know my willfulness.
Ask for something
You walk through wet bushes.
Take me to the beach.
Where the breeze blows
Stroking the halo of raw edges
Rhythmic tide
Sink in the dark
Red cigarette butts
Drop two petals of light in your eyes.
You use your fingers derisively.
Put out the twinkling Mars.
Suddenly you turn around.
hide
Ask me in an unstable voice
What happened to the sea?
Didn't see anything.
Look, we're on the edge.
Then recover.
All your pride and dignity
Back to the cold base
Dedicated to the times and history
Use all you have.
Stone-heavy faith
Put your own
painful
Give it to me.
Take it back to the far south.
Let the seagulls sail home
Your unwritten poem
beautiful
The harbor of every heart
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