My favorite poem is 600 words.

My favorite poem is written in 600 words:

On weekdays, I like reading poems best, and I like beautiful language, beautiful emotions and vivid phonology. I have also read many poems, but my favorite is Shu Ting's To the Oak Tree. The poet takes the oak tree as the object, expressing the enthusiasm, sincerity and firmness of love. He compared himself to a kapok tree and expressed his personality ideal and understanding of love enthusiastically and sincerely.

Stand side by side, affectionate. In love, she doesn't want to cling to each other or pay unrequited love. She just wants to stand shoulder to shoulder with each other. She is determined to break the love that only advocates being sacrificed as the other party, not as an accessory, but wants to stand on the same starting line with the other party. In love, lovers should be shoulder to shoulder, soul mate, and accompany their partners for a longer journey with their initial heart.

In love, men and women should appreciate each other, respect each other, love each other, be like-minded and accompany each other. The independent personality of men and women should not lose its due glory, but should be more dazzling in each other's reflection. Lovers should share weal and woe and never leave. In that era when "male chauvinism" prevailed, the poet put forward the idea of equal love between men and women.

Not only bold, but also novel, such an idea is also the trend of historical development. This poem adopts the lyrical way of inner monologue, which is frank and natural, not blunt. This kind of lyricism is like sitting opposite a friend who wants to tell you in a beautiful voice. This makes me feel like a dream, like finding a bosom friend, contacting each other and telling each other.

What I like best is the language of this poem: "I must be a kapok beside you, standing with you in the image of a tree." Roots, clasped at the bottom; Leaves, touching in the clouds. "When I read this, I seem to see the roots tightly wrapped under the soil, the leaves rustling in the wind, the clear sky in Wan Li, and the warm sunshine jumping on the leaves.