Shu Ting's poem about love is 1. What are Shu Ting's poems about love?
Shu Ting: The representative figure of the misty poetry school, including To Oak, Motherland, My Dear Motherland and This is Everything. For the oak tree, if I love you-/I will never learn to climb,/I will show off myself with your tall branches; /If I love you-/Never learn from spoony birds,/Repeat monotonous songs for the shade; /It's not just like a fountain/It brings cool comfort all year round; /It's not just like a dangerous peak,/It increases your height and sets off your dignity.
/Even if it's sunshine/even if it's spring rain/No, it's not enough/I must be a kapok beside you,/standing with you as a tree. /root, clenched in the ground; /Leaves, lingering in the clouds.
Every time a gust of wind blows, we greet each other. /But nobody understood us. /You have your copper branches and iron shafts. /Like a knife, like a sword, like a halberd. /I have my red flowers,/like a heavy sigh,/like a heroic torch/we share the cold wave, lightning and thunder; /We * * * enjoy the misty rainbow; /seemingly separated forever, but dependent for life. /This is great love. /I believe it. /Love/Not only your stalwart body,/but also your persistent position and the land under your feet. Motherland, my dear motherland, I am your worn-out old waterwheel by the river, spinning hundreds of years of old songs, I am the miner's lamp on your forehead, I am the withered ear of rice that you grope for in the historical tunnel; Is it the dilapidated roadbed or the barge on the muddy beach that pulls the rope deeply into your shoulder-the motherland! I am poor, I am sad, I am the painful hope of your ancestors, the flower that has not landed for thousands of years-the motherland, I am your brand-new ideal, I just broke free from the spider web of myth, I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow, I am your tearful smile nest, I am the newly painted white starting line, and the crimson dawn is spreading-the motherland, I am one billionth of you and the sum of your 9.6 million square meters. You fed me with scarred breasts, considerate me, and boiled me. Then get your richness, your glory and your freedom from my flesh and blood-motherland, my dear motherland, that's all-to answer everything of a young friend, 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 stars only indicate darkness and do not report dawn; Not all songs just 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 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 grows in its yesterday. Hope and fight for it, please put it all on your shoulders.
Shu Ting, a young friend, refers to the poem "Everything" written by her poetic brother Kitajima Kitajima: Everything is fate/everything is smoke/everything is the beginning without an ending/everything is the fleeting pursuit .../All hopes are annotated/all beliefs are groaning/all outbreaks have a moment of peace/all deaths have a long echo.
2. Shu Ting's love poems
Like a knife, like a sword.
Like a halberd;
I have my red flowers.
Like a heavy sigh, I clung to the ground.
Leaves, touching in the clouds.
Every gust of wind blows
We all greet each other,
But no one
Understand what we said.
You have your copper branches and iron stems.
Even spring rain.
No, these are not enough. Flowing orchids and rainbows.
This is great love,
Loyalty is here: not only love your majestic body!
I must be a kapok beside you,
Standing with you as the image of a tree.
As if we were separated forever,
But they are lifelong dependent.
Root.
We share cold waves, storms,
Like a hero's torch and thunderbolt;
We enjoyed the mist on the oak tree.
If I love you-
Unlike climbing Campbell,
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 height and set off dignity.
Even sunshine.
3. Shu Ting's love poems
To the Oak If I love you, I will never show off on your high branches like climbing Campbell. If I love you-I will never repeat monotonous songs for the shade like an spoony bird; It is not just like the cool comfort sent by spring for many years; Not only does it increase height and set off dignity like a dangerous peak.
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, clinging to underground leaves, touch each other in the clouds.
Every time a gust of wind blows, we greet each other, but no one understands us. You have your copper branches and iron shafts, like knives, swords and halberds; I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh and 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 loyalty: not only love your stalwart body, but also love your stand and the land under your feet.
What are Shu Ting's love poems?
Shu Ting, a poetess in China, was born in shima town, Longhai City, Fujian Province. 1969 went to the countryside to jump the queue, 1972 went back to work as a worker in the city, 1979 began to publish poems, 1980 went to work in Fujian Federation of Literary and Art Circles to engage in professional writing. His main works include poetry collection "Double Mast Boat", "Singing Iris", "Archaeopteryx" and prose collection "Heart Smoke". Shu Ting rose in the China poetry circle in the late 1970s. She and her contemporaries, such as Beidao, Gu Cheng and Liang, set off a wave of "misty poetry" in China's poetry circles with different poetic styles from their predecessors. Shu Ting is a representative figure of the misty poetry school, and To the Oak is one of the representative works of the misty poetry tide.
To the oak tree.
Late autumn night in Beijing
5. Who has Shu Ting's love poems?
(1) To Oak: 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! 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. 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, and we share the cold wave, storm and 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.
-(2) If you are the tearful shooter, I am the Bai Niao who is determined not to dodge any more, just waiting for the arrow to break in and shoot into my broken chest. If you are the only shooter in the world who can hurt me, I am all the joys and sorrows you can't forget in your youth, just like the last cloud hidden in the infinite blue sky, so let me die in your hands as if I could finally die in your arms-3) That night in Beidaihe, I seemed to be only eight years old. I don't know what my willfulness needs. You pushed away the wet tree and took me to the beach. There, the gentle wind caressed the raw edge of the moon, the tide sank into the darkness rhythmically, and the red cigarette butts dropped two flames in your eyes. You cynically put out the twinkling sparks with your fingers. Suddenly, you turned around and asked me in an unstable voice, what happened to the sea? You see, we have reached the edge, and all your pride has been restored. Return to the cold base with dignity and dedicate it to the times and history. Give me your own sorrow and bring it back to the far south. Let the seagulls return to the sail. Your unwritten poems beautify the harbor of every heart-(3) A rose in early summer, across the strings of waves, sails to the north and sails to the unattainable shore. Dark clouds filled the sky like ringworm, but the gulls spread their white wings for her. Go, my little sun, if you sink, sleep in the sea. There are always green waves on the top of the jellyfish's silver tent. Let me drift away. Let the wind pressed by the sun gently blow me and drift north along the warm ocean current. (4) One night in late autumn in Beijing, I crossed the warning line of street lamps to extinguish the stars. It shook every poplar tree and made a tidal sound. Let's fight for the sky or make a small leaf to respond to the singing of the forest. I'm not afraid to appear weak in front of you. Let the high-speed traffic crush the solemnity of the city. The world has a safety gap behind your shoulder. On the orange horizon at night, we are lonely, but it is my thin figure standing with you. When you are just you and I am just me, we will quarrel. We and a pair of eccentric good friends treat you like nothing. When you and I are no longer me, there is no melting point and gap between our arms. If there is no rain, no fallen leaves and no loud footsteps in a foreign land, if there is no need to explain, if there is no need for fortified road signs, horizontal lines and traffic sticks, if we don't meet, we can forget the silence, shadows and long days. I feel that this moment is slowly disappearing into the past and becoming a memory. Your flashing smile floats in layers of tears. I feel: tonight and tomorrow are separated by a long heart of life. How many years will it take to finish? Under the street lamp, I have to turn my back silently. Six nights close behind you, and you walk into the night sky and become an unsolved mystery. A cold tear hangs on the face of "Eternity" and hides in my remaining dream-(5) Friends in early spring, this is the spring to dispel the sadness. Dry your tears and smile at the sun. Although the flood of flowers has not washed away the shackles of winter, the intoxicating fragrance is filling the plains and mountains. Although there are no waterfalls splashing, thousands of silver beads are scattered in the misty morning light and rolling on the avenue at dusk, but wait. Once the dark clouds thunder, you will run away in a hurry. Is the most beautiful dream. Maybe it will be chilly to listen to Wu Laofeng. The wind is still roaring and trembling in the valley. They seem to wail together, but there are already a few small azaleas, such as flames that cannot be blown out. Even the clouds are no longer floating around. Let's just say that spring is beautiful and rich, because it has passed the last chill. I rushed at you at the seaside early in the morning. The storm of the sea pressed my heart on your chest ... Last night, I heard you call me like a loving mother calling for a long-lost child. I woke up and listened to your deep singing. Every time I am tragic, I am more enthusiastic about shaking the island. My heart seems to sink into the trough together. Your tide overflowed my heart and retreated. I stepped down to gather my strength and burst into a more violent roar. I got up and tore off the screen window-the night star was still shining in the cold weather. You are waiting for me. Waiting for me, I can't wait for the morning wind to kiss away the dew on the betel nut tip, but you are unexpectedly quiet and gentle, smiling at you, whispering, and you make everything calm, leaving only a touch of sadness. Only I know why the rotten oak tree breaks, but I can't say that I am watching your distant sail shadow. Tears welled up in my eyes, and the wind has slowly sent away your poem. How can I not cry? Because I was late, I was delayed at night because I was too young to break through time and distance. The storm will come again. Please don't forget me. When you shock the dreary universe with thunder, I will sing a song in your Feng Tao, no, I am so small. I hope I can become a snow-white bird and be your messenger calling for freedom. Once I see your secret, it will be like a hard rock that has been enchanted for thousands of years. Let your hurricane refine me into your voice, and let your wild waves shape me into your character. I will never hesitate, never shrink back, never tremble in front of the sea. Please remember-I am your loyal daughter. I'll come to you early in the morning. The sea will stick my heart to your chest.
6. Love Poems of Gu Cheng and Shu Ting
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If I love you-/I will never learn to climb the Campbell flower/show off myself on your tall branches; /If I love you-/Never learn spoony birds/Repeat monotonous songs for the shade; /It's not just like a fountain/It brings cool comfort all year round; /It's not just like a dangerous peak/increasing your height/setting off your dignity/even sunshine/even spring rain/No, these are not enough/I must be a kapok near you/standing with you as the image of a tree/holding hands underground; /Yes, touching in the clouds/Every time a gust of wind blows, we greet each other,/But no one/understands our words. /You have your copper branches and iron stems,/like knives, swords and halberds; /I have my red flowers,/like a heavy sigh,/like a heroic torch/we share the cold wave, lightning and thunder; /We * * * enjoy the misty rainbow; /seemingly separated forever, but dependent for life. /This is great love. /Loyalty is here. /Love/Not only your stalwart body,/but also the place where you persist/the land under your feet! ! 2.。
To the oak tree, if I love you/I will never be like climbing Campbell,/I will show off myself with your high branches; /If I love you/Never learn spoony birds/Repeat monotonous songs for the shade; /It's not just like a fountain,/It brings cool comfort all year round; /It's not just like a dangerous mountain peak. /increase height and set off dignity. /even sunshine.
/Even the spring rain. /No, these are not enough! /I must be a kapok beside you,/standing with you in the image of a tree.
/Roots, cling to the ground,/Leaves, touch in the clouds. Every time a gust of wind blows,/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; /I have my red flowers,/like a heavy sigh,/like a heroic torch. /We share cold waves, storms and thunderbolts,/We * * * enjoy mist, flowing haze and rainbow; /it seems that we are separated forever,/but we are dependent on each other for life.
/This is great love. /here is loyalty:/love/not only your stalwart body,/but also your position,/the land under your feet. /The fog on the brig wet my wings/But the wind won't make me hesitate/Shore, dear Shore/I just said goodbye to you yesterday/Today you are here again/Tomorrow we will meet at another latitude/It's a storm, one lamp/It's a storm, another lamp/It lets us divide things again/It's not afraid of the ends of the earth/It's in the morning and evening/You're on my voyage/I'm in your sight/. Who/is still standing at the stern/skirt flying, like surging clouds/Jiang Tao/high/low voice, beautiful dreams leave beautiful sadness/passed down from generation to generation/but, can the heart/really turn into stone/miss the moonlight along the river for countless times/look at the distant sky?
One night in late autumn in Beijing, the wind extinguished the stars along the warning line of street lamps. Shake every poplar and make a tidal sound. Let's fight for the sky or make a small leaf to respond to the song of the forest. I'm not afraid to appear weak in front of you. Let the high-speed traffic crush the solemnity of the city. The world has a safety gap behind your shoulder. On the orange horizon, we are lonely, but standing with you is my thin shadow. When you are just you and I are just mine. When we quarrel, we will form a pair of eccentric friends. When you are no longer you and I am no longer me, there is no melting point and no gap between our arms. If there is no rain, no fallen leaves and no loud footsteps in a foreign land, if there is no need to explain, if there is no need for fortified road signs, horizontal lines and traffic sticks, if there is no meeting, you can forget the silence and shadows. I feel that this moment is slowly disappearing into the past and becoming a memory. Your flashing smile floats in layers of tears. I feel that there is a long life and heart between tonight and tomorrow. How many years will it take to get together on the other side of the earth? I want you to stand up.
Under the street lamp, I just silently turned my back on those six nights and locked behind you. You walk into the night sky and become an unsolved mystery. A cold tear hangs on the face of "Eternity" and hides in my remaining dream. Friends in early spring, it is spring that dispels sorrow. Dry your tears and smile at the sun. Although the flood of flowers has not washed away the shackles of winter, Zui Xiang is flooding the plains. Although there are no birds singing and waterfalls splashing in the mountains, thousands of silver beads are scattered in the misty morning light and rolling on the avenue at dusk, but wait. Once the dark clouds thunder, you will run away in a hurry. Is the most beautiful dream. Maybe I came to Wulaofeng overnight, but it's still chilly and first frost. Listen, the wind is still whistling in the valley, as if wailing together, but there are already a few small cuckoos that warm the world like eternal flames, and even the clouds are no longer floating around. Let's just say that spring is beautiful and rich, because it has passed the last steep visit.