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.