Are there any good and famous misty poems?

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.

And 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

1980.2

north

Shu Ting

Roses in early summer

Across the strings of waves

Sail to an unattainable height

Dark clouds are like ringworm.

A face full of the sky

Flocks of seagulls

But spread white wings for her.

go to

The little sun I long for

If you sink,

Sleeping in the chest of the sea

On top of the jellyfish's silver tent

There will always be green waves.

Let me drift too.

The wind that turns the sun into iron.

Blow me gently

Follow the warm current

Drift to the north

1980.8

Late autumn night in Beijing

Shu Ting

one

Overflow the warning line of street lamps at night.

Put out the stars

The wind followed and shook every poplar tree.

Make a tidal sound

Let's go too.

Fight for the sky

Or make a small leaf.

Responding to the singing of the forest

two

I'm not afraid to appear weak in front of you.

Let the high-speed traffic jam

Smash the dignity of the city.

The world is behind your shoulder.

There's a security breach.

The night the headlights were punctured.

On the orange horizon

We are lonely.

However, it is my thin shadow.

Standing with you

three

When you're just you

I'm just my time.

We had a fight.

We made up.

A pair of eccentric friends

When you are no longer you.

When I'm not me anymore.

Between our arms

No melting point

zero clearance

four

without you

If it's not a foreign land

Slight rain, falling leaves and footsteps

If you don't have to explain

If there is no fortification

Road signs, horizontal lines, traffic sticks

If we don't meet,

If we can forget when we met.

Silence, shadow, long

five

I feel: this moment

Is slowly disappearing

Become the past

Become a memory

Your flashing smile

Get in

In layers of tears

I feel: tonight and tomorrow night

In a long life

Heart and heart, how many years does it take?

Meet at the other end of the world

I'd like to ask you to stand for one stop.

Rudenxia

I just turned my back silently.

six

The night closes behind you.

You walk into the night sky

Become an unsolved mystery

Cold tears.

Hanging on the face of "eternity"

Hiding in the rest of my dreams

1979. 12

early spring

Shu Ting

Friend, it's spring.

Dispel sadness and dry tears.

Smile at the sun

Although there is no torrent of flowers yet

Wash away the shackles of winter

plastered

Floods in plains and canyons

Although there is no birdsong waterfall yet

Splash thousands of silver beads.

Scattered in the foggy dawn

Rolling in on the boulevard at dusk.

But wait. Once it thunders,

Dark clouds fled in a hurry.

That is the most beautiful and beautiful dream.

Maybe it will come brilliantly overnight.

Yes, it's still a little cold.

And cold troubles

If you listen carefully

On the five old peaks, the wind is still whistling.

Trembling valley

As if wailing together

But there are some little cuckoos.

Like a flame that can't be extinguished

Wen nuan Tian di

Even the clouds are no longer floating.

Let me put it this way, my friend.

The reason why spring is beautiful and rich.

Because it passed the final chill.

1975.2

Go to the seaside

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.

"the element of freedom"

Let you pretend to roar.

Let you be hypocritical and calm.

Let you take everything from the past.

Everything in the past-

This world

Have the pain of sinking

And the joy of awakening.

all

North Island

Everything is fate.

Everything is a cloud of smoke.

Everything is the beginning without an ending.

Everything is a fleeting pursuit.

All happiness has no smile.

All sufferings have no tears.

All languages are repetitive.

All contacts are new.

All the love is in my heart.

All the past is in a dream.

All hope is accompanied by notes.

All faiths groan.

There was a moment of silence when everything broke out.

All deaths have long echoes.

island

North Island

1

You are sailing in a foggy sea.

No sail

You drift in the moonlight.

No anchor

The road disappeared from here.

The night disappears from here.

2

No sign.

There is no clear boundary.

A steep cliff with only spray prayers.

Leave a dim trace of time.

And a little dignity.

The children walked to the beach.

In the moonlight, whales in the distance

A high fountain is rising.

three

The flock woke up.

Wing after wing.

Crying so bitterly.

Trembling every albizzia leaf.

And the hearts of children

In this small world

Is it just pain to wake up?

four

The horizon is tilted.

Shake, flip

A seagull fell.

The scalding blood scalded the huge leaves of Pu Ye.

The omnipresent night

Cover the fire.

-This is a restricted area

This is the end of freedom.

A feather pen stuck in the sand.

With a slightly moist breath.

It belongs to the trembling ship's side and the seasonal wind.

A diagonal line belonging to shore and rain

Yesterday or tomorrow's sun

Now it's here.

Write down the secret of notarization of death

five

On every wave

There is a shiny feather floating.

The children piled up small dunes.

The sea gathered around.

Like a garden, shaking coldly.

The elegy of moonlight spread to the horizon.

six

Ah, palm

It's your silence

Raise a rebellious sword

once again

The wind blew up my hair.

It's like holding a flag flying in the wind.

The last frontier

Always in the hearts of children

seven

At night, standing in the wind

For disaster

For potential killers,

Spread a soft carpet.

Cups and cups arranged in rows of shells

eight

A boundless sky is enough.

The sky is enough.

Listen, Jane.

Calling for the lost voice

answer

North Island

Mean is the passport of the mean,

Nobleness is the epitaph of noble people,

Look, in the golden sky,

Full of twisted reflections of the dead.

The ice age is over,

Why is there ice everywhere?

The Cape of Good Hope was discovered,

Why did Qian Fan compete in the Dead Sea?

I came into this world,

Just paper, rope and numbers,

Before the trial,

Read those condemned voices.

Tell you what, world.

I don't believe it.

Even if you have a thousand challengers under your feet,

Then count me as 10 1.

I don't believe the sky is blue,

I don't believe in the echo of thunder,

I don't believe that dreams are false,

I don't believe in death without retribution

If the ocean is destined to burst its banks,

Let all the bitterness pour into my heart,

If land is destined to rise,

Let mankind choose the peak of survival again.

New turning points and shining stars,

Let the sky have nothing to hide.

This is a 5000-year-old hieroglyph,

Those are the eyes that people will stare at in the future.

The change of stars

river

If every corner of the earth is full of light

Who needs a star? Who will?

Gaze at the night

Looking for distant comfort

Who wouldn't?

every day

It's all a poem

Every word is a star.

Like a bee trembling in my heart.

Who doesn't want to have a soft night?

Soft as a lake.

Fireflies and stars swim in the water lily.

Who doesn't like spring? Birds are littered with branches.

Like falling stars all over the sky

The flickering sound came from a distance.

The clouds of white lilacs are hazy.

If every corner of the earth is full of light

Who needs a star? Who will?

Burning loneliness in the cold

Ask for a little hope

Who would?

year after year

Always writing poems about suffering.

Every capital is a group of trembling stars.

Like ice and snow on your head.

Who wants to see the night freeze?

As stiff as a piece of land

The wind blew off one thin star after another.

Who doesn't like flying flags but fire?

Golden stars gushed out.

When the stars in the sky are tired, they will rise.

To illuminate places where the sun can't shine.

feel

Gu Cheng

The sky is gray.

The road is gray.

This building is gray.

The rain is gray.

In the ashes

Walk past two children

brilliant/bright red

aqua

Believe in the future

forefinger

When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove.

When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty

I still stubbornly smooth away the ashes of disappointment.

Write with beautiful snowflakes: believe in the future.

When my purple grapes turn into dew in late autumn

When my flowers snuggle up to other people's feelings

I still stubbornly use frosted vines.

Write on the desolate land: believe in the future.

I want to use my fingers to stir the waves that rush to the horizon.

I want to hold the sun in my hand.

The warm and beautiful pen flickers with the dawn.

Write with a child's pen: believe in the future.

I believe in the future.

Yes, I believe that people's eyes in the future

She brushed away the eyelashes of history.

She has a student who can read through the years.

No matter what people think of our rotting bodies.

Those lost blues, the pain of failure.

It was tears of emotion and deep sympathy.

Or give a contemptuous smile and bitter ridicule?

I firmly believe that people are interested in our spine.

Countless explorations, lost ways, failures and successes.

I will definitely give a warm, objective and fair evaluation.

Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their comments.

Friends, believe in the future.

Believe in indomitable efforts

Young people who believe in overcoming death.

Believe in the future and love life.

A generation

Gu Cheng

The night gave me black eyes.

I use it to find the light.