/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; /Not just like a dangerous mountain peak,
/increase your height,/set off your dignity. /even sunshine/even spring rain
No, these are not enough. I must be a kapok beside you.
/Stand with you as the image of a tree. /root, clenched in 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/We share the cold wave and lightning;
/We * * * enjoy the misty rainbow; /seemingly separated forever, but they are dependent for life.
/This is great love,/Loyalty is here/Love/Not only your stalwart body,
/I also love your stand,/the land under your feet.
Miss (Shu Ting)
A color wall chart without lines.
A pure but unsolvable algebra
A dulcimer, plucking the rain beads on the eaves.
A pair of oars that can't reach the other shore
Bud usually waits in silence.
Sunset is usually far away.
Maybe there is an ocean hidden.
But all I shed was two tears.
Ah, in the vision of the heart
in one's soul of souls
Double masted ship (Shuting)
The fog wetted my wings.
But the wind won't make me hesitate.
Coast, dear coast
I just said goodbye to you yesterday.
You came again today.
Tomorrow we will be at
Meet at another latitude
It's a storm, it's a light.
Connect us together.
It's a storm, it's a light.
Let's divide things up again.
Not afraid of the ends of the earth
Is it morning or evening?
You are on my voyage.
I'm in your sight.
Wang Shuo (Shu Ting)
Rumo
Invisible tides are more dangerous.
Female dysmenorrhea
Thieves are everywhere.
Politicians guessed their fists in the dark.
Manying
The shadow is heavy and cuts my ankle.
Mercury is poisonous.
Brighten a female fox.
Scratch one's head in front of the mirror
Wang Shuo is negative, if it is heavy, if it is light.
Wet enough to impregnate a century-old tree.
A bloodshot mushroom network was born.
Wang Shuo is full of temptation, and he is not satisfied with the fifteenth day of the first month.
The omen is at your fingertips.
The prophet and the witch remained silent.
Miss (Shu Ting)
Color wall charts without lines,
A pure but unsolvable algebra,
A dulcimer, a rosary plucked from the eaves,
A pair of oars that can't reach the other side.
Bud usually waits quietly,
The sunset is the farthest you can see,
Maybe there's an ocean hidden,
But all I shed was two tears.
Ah, in the vision of the heart
Deep in the soul.
April evening (Shu Ting)
At dusk in April.
The water is dragging groups of green melodies.
In the low gyre of the canyon
Wandering in the sky
If the soul is full of echoes
Why look for it?
Sing if you want, but please
Gently, gently, gently
April dusk
Like a lost memory.
Maybe there's an appointment
So far, there is no arrangement;
Maybe there's a relationship
Never allow each other.
If you want to cry, cry, let the tears.
Flowing, flowing, silent.
Send a friend abroad (Shu Ting)
Worried that your days are over.
The moment of being proud of you has not yet arrived.
When the moonlight touches a lamp.
Blood tide as warm as wine
I don't believe it.
You will drive him away, don't believe it.
You can give up the island where the buds bloom forever.
I don't believe it.
The small wooden door in the deep lane is open for me.
No one wears sweaters in the wind anymore.
Take me all the way to the bridge
Don't believe in separation, don't believe in forgetting.
Don't believe the shadow that is eyeing up.
Still curled up in the dark corner
Maybe there will be bumps in the future.
But I didn't see the target vaguely.
Maybe after a lifetime.
Still have to look for it from the pursuit itself.
Through the arc de Triomphe of life
Sometimes you don't know
Whispering, weaving homesickness in an empty heart
Household water flows slowly through your fingers.
Cheating (Shu Ting)
Collision at an alarming speed
Dazzling destruction is just around the corner.
but
It never happened.
door leaf
Open it, then close it.
that's it
Is that all?
Your late wheels
Stay on my barren dream for many years.
Many dense paths
Wake up and heal one by one.
The past 23 years (Shu Ting)
An overturned small handleless wine cup
The stone road floated in the moonlight.
The grass there is unstoppable.
Leave a azalea.
The eucalyptus forest is spinning.
The stars make up a kaleidoscope.
On the rusty iron anchor
The eyes reflected the dizzy sky.
Block the candlelight with a book erected.
Gently put your finger in your mouth.
In the crisp silence
Have a dream that is half bright and half dark.
I hope (Shu Ting)
I hope she is like me.
There is blood in the chest and injury in the heart.
Don't spend a full moon.
Don't be a flute player.
Poor, poor as tea.
A wisp of fragrance in bitterness
Be proud, as proud as blue.
Hang a face of autumn frost.
Like us, we dare to be in the dark.
Wandering in the white cemetery
Listen to the sad laughter of partridges.
Chasing drifting fluorescence
Like us, we dare to be in the forest.
Open the bet to the future
On the dead branch, the ape stretched out his arm.
Why are you afraid of snakes spitting green awns in rocks?
Like us, we dare to follow whales.
Row a stupid boat.
To explore distant harbors.
Let the wind fly like a death knell
Dedicated to my contemporaries (Shu Ting)
They are in the sky.
Hoping to be a star.
They are on the ground.
Willing to be a lamp
Not afraid to look small.
Do your best.
The only reason is not to admit it.
Just extraordinarily brave and sincere.
Even if it falls like tears
Sensitive earth
It's still everywhere
A persistent and distant echo
Open the virgin land of the soul
Walking into the restricted area, maybe-
Sacrifice here
Leave curved footprints
To the latecomers.
Sign a pass
Song of Small Window (Shu Ting)
Put down your stationery.
Go to the open window
I held the lamp high.
Let you be far away
Can you see me?
The wind swept across the grass and the sky.
Pick up garbage along the street at night
All the buds and buds
We must have another morning cream.
Although the dawn is not far away
The smell of the sea
Cut off from the mountains
But the peak is by no means intentional
Continue to plunder our youth.
After all, their delay is limited.
Promise me you won't cry.
If you feel lonely
Please meet me at the window.
Gave each other a wry smile.
Exchange poems of struggle and joy
Slope (Shuting)
slanting
On the way to work
Or the way home, you
Walk normally.
Some breathing. slanting
I have to lift you up with difficulty.
When there is wind, your skirt floats with the wind.
Much like an accusation.
When the slope passes through history.
You are a UFO
Difficult to freeze
When did you cross the top?
You don't know, feet
Take the initiative to take you
downwards
downwards
When the slope abandons you, it is not only easy.
And much faster.
Maybe? -Answer the loneliness of an author (Shu Ting)
Maybe our worries
There are always no readers.
Maybe the road has started to go wrong.
The result is still wrong.
Maybe we should light lanterns one by one.
And was blown out by the strong wind one by one.
Maybe burn out life and light up the darkness.
There is no fire around to keep warm.
Maybe the tears are gone.
The land is more fertile.
Maybe we sing the sun.
Also sung by the sun
Maybe the heavier your shoulders are.
The higher the faith.
Maybe shout for all the suffering.
I have to keep silent about my personal misfortune.
Maybe it's because of an irresistible call.
We have no other choice.
Yu Bie (Shu Ting)
I really want to close the car door and run to you,
Crying on your broad shoulders:
"No way, really no way."
I really want to hold your hand,
Flee to the sky and fields of Chu Qing,
Don't flinch or look back.
I really want to collect all the tenderness,
With eyes that can't be appealed,
Let you finally wake up.
I really want to, really want to. ...
My pain turned into sadness,
I can't think enough and I can't say it.
Give (Shu Ting)
I'm sorry, I feel sorry for you.
On the edge of the moonlight
On those rainy roads
You arch your shoulders and cover your hands.
protect against cold
Deep down in your heart.
You haven't noticed.
My footsteps by your side
How slow.
If you are a fire
I wish I were charcoal.
I want to comfort you like this.
However, I dare not.
I raise my hand for you.
Because the midnight light shines on your window.
A picture of you bending over the bookshelf.
When you revealed your awakening to me
Said the spring flood had passed again.
Your river bank
You didn't ask.
When I walk under your window
What do I think every night?
If you are a tree
I am the soil.
I want to remind you like this.
However, I dare not.
Farewell (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 ice and snow are sealed
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 footprints and figure
No parting and reunion
If you dare not bear happiness and sadness
What's the point of the soul?
What is life?
This is everything (Shu Ting)
Not all trees are broken by the scenery;
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 and will not stay in my heart;
No, not everything is like yours!
Not all appeals went unanswered;
Not everything lost 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.
All the present breeds the future,
Everything in the future comes from yesterday.
Hope and fight for it,
Please carry all these on your shoulders!
Dahai (Shu Ting)
sunrise on the sea
How many heroes have aroused people's heartfelt admiration
Sunset at sea
Arouse the tenderness of many poets
How many songs were sung on the cliff?
It is also blown by 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 is the hole dug in childhood?
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 night is as calm as the night on the coast.
The rock death in Cold Leaves is as serious as death.
From the rocks on the coast
How lonely my shadow is
From dusk to midnight
How proud I am inside.
"Free Element", huh?
Let you pretend to roar.
Let you be hypocritical and calm.
Let you take away everything in the past.
Everything in the past-
This world
Have the pain of sinking
And the joy of awakening.
To Oak Tree (Shuting)
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 and set 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 the image of a tree.
Roots, clenched in the ground
Leaves, touching in the clouds.
Every gust of wind blows
We all greet each other,
But no one
Understand our proverbs.
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 shared the Han dynasty, and the storm broke out;
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 stand, the land under your feet.
Mid-Autumn Night (Shu Ting)
Mid-Autumn Festival on August Island,
Bananas are shaking,
This dragon looks familiar.
I didn't know there was a "morning and evening flower".
Just because of the wind and rain over the years.
When passion brings 10 storm,
Heart, don't know where to stop.
The road has been chosen,
Without wild roses,
Never regretted it.
People tend to sleepwalk in the moonlight,
Look forward to it and know how to be gentle.
To stop the blood from flowing like this,
It is obviously not enough to rely on the pride of 24 years old.
With strong shoulders,
You can lean on your tired head;
Need to have a pair of hands,
To support the heaviest moment.
Although I understand,
Life should be completely sacrificed,
How much to keep for yourself,
There is a lot of sadness.
Self-portrait (Shu Ting)
She is his little schemer.
She begged for an answer, but said nothing.
When she needs to be quiet, she laughs and laughs.
See things in a blur.
She broke the balance,
She despises concepts,
She is like a wayward Kobayashi.
Dancing strange steps around him.
She is his little schemer.
She refused to give him what he dreamed of,
He never wanted it, but she did.
Attracted by tenderness and avoided,
I'm afraid of losing it before I get it,
I am a whirlpool,
Create countless eddies,
No one understands her magic.
She is his little schemer.
I can't take it out, I can't take it out,
It seems that it is not close, but it can't be stopped.
Sometimes, like an iceberg,
Sometimes it's like a sea of fire,
Always like a song without words,
I don't know if it's true or not,
I can't tell whether it is sweet or spicy in the aftertaste.
His, his,
She is her little schemer.
Shelley
Ode to the West Wind
one
Oh, the wild west wind, the breath of autumn life!
You are invisible, but the dead leaves are swept away by you.
It's like a ghost meets a wizard and has to escape:
Yellow, black, gray, red as tuberculosis,
Ah, a group of people who are seriously infected with the epidemic: Xifeng, it's you.
Destroy promising seeds with chariots.
On the bed in the dark winter, they just lie there,
Like a dead hole in the grave, cold, hidden and humble,
Wait until spring, when your beautiful sister blows.
Her trumpet resounded through the sleeping earth,
(Call out buds and feed in the air like sheep)
Let the mountains and plains be full of color and fragrance.
Free spirit, you travel everywhere;
Destroyer and Protector: Listen, you listen!
two
When the sky is in chaos,
Clouds are torn like dead leaves of the earth.
Branches intertwined with the sky and the sea.
Be the messenger of rain and electricity: they will fall.
On the blue waves of your solemn breath,
Like a crazy girl's fluttering hair flashing,
From the distant and blurred edge of the sky
Straight to the sky, swaying everywhere.
Curly hair wants a thunderstorm, for a dying year.
You sang Corona Herr and this dense night.
Will be the dome of a huge tomb,
With the cohesion of your strength;
That's your breath, and it will explode from it.
Black Rain, Hail and Flame: Oh, listen!
three
It's you, you awakened the blue Mediterranean,
It's been sleeping all summer,
Hypnotized by the clear water,
On the pumice island in Baya Bay,
It dreamed of ancient palaces and pavilions.
Shaking in the waves reflected in the water sky,
They are all covered with moss and flowers.
What a charming smell! Oh, here you are.
Make way for the turbulent waves in the Atlantic Ocean.
Split yourself into two sides, but fall into the abyss.
Flowers and plants in the ocean and muddy forests
Although the branches and leaves are sparse, there is no energy;
Hearing your voice, they turned blue with fear:
Trembling and automatically contracting at the same time: Oh, listen!
four
Hey, if I am a dead leaf and you let me float,
If I were a cloud, I could fly with you.
It's a wave, breathe with your strength,
If I have your pulse, it doesn't matter.
You are too free, oh, an uncontrollable life!
If I could dance like Feng Ling when I was a teenager.
I will be your partner and swim in the sky.
Because, at that time, if I wanted to chase you to the sky,
I wouldn't be like this.
So eager to pray with you.
Oh, lift me up like waves, leaves and clouds!
I fell on the thorns of life, I was bleeding!
This kind of life is suppressed by the heavy shackles of years.
I am like you: proud, agile and unruly.
five
Think of me as your harp, like a forest;
Although my leaves have fallen, what does it matter!
Music inspired by your huge ensemble
Will be dyed by the Woods and my late autumn:
Although sad and sweet. Oh, I hope you can give it to me.
Violent spirit! Brave, let us become one!
Please blow my dead thoughts to the world,
Let it give birth to new life like dead leaves!
Oh, please listen to this incantation poem.
Just take my words, like ashes and sparks.
Spread from the still burning fire to the world!
Let the horn of prophecy pass through my lips
Wake up the sleeping earth! If it's winter
It has come, west wind, can spring be far behind?
Shelley
one
Flowers that smile today
Will wither tomorrow;
Everything we are willing to keep.
Fly when you are tempted.
What is happiness in this world?
It is lightning that laughs at the night,
Although bright, it is short-lived
two
Alas, virtue! How fragile!
Friendship is hard to see!
Love sells poor happiness,
You must trade despair!
But we still have to live,
Despite the loss of these pleasures,
And "our" everything.
three
When the sky is still bright and blue,
Although the flowers are bright,
Although everything looks good,
It's not evening yet:
Oh, when the current is calm,
Dream your dreams and rest,
Don't cry until you wake up