The original sentence of San Mao's works: If there is an afterlife, be a tree, stand forever, without the gesture of sorrow and joy.
San Mao said in the lyrics of the song "A Tree": "If there is an afterlife, you should be a tree and stand forever, without the gesture of sorrow and joy. Half is peaceful in the soil, half is flying in the wind, half is cool, and half is bathed in sunshine. Very silent, very proud, never relying on, never looking for. "
song content (part):
A Tree (Zhao Zhao sings songs)
Lyrics: San Mao, Zhao Zhao (change)
If there is an afterlife,
Be a tree
Stand in an eternal
No sad posture
If you can be a tree,
Be an apple tree
Be full of fruit
Never envy prosperity
Half fly in the wind
Half mature in the soil
Half. P > Never rely on
Very, Very Silence
Never look for
If there is an afterlife
Be a tree
Stand in an eternal
No sad posture
If you can be a tree
Be a cash cow
Never envy prosperity
The duration of the song is 3:3
It was released in September, 212, with lyrics: Sanmao and Zhao Zhao (changed)
Sanmao was born on March 26th, 1943 (February 21st of the lunar calendar) in Huangjueya Street, Nan 'an District, Chongqing. Sanmao liked reading when she was young, and she watched Dream of Red Mansions for the first time in the fifth grade next semester. In junior high school, I almost read all the world famous books on the market. I dropped out of school in the second year of junior high school and was carefully taught by my parents, laying a foundation in ancient poetry and English. He studied painting with three painters: Gu Fusheng, Han Xiangning and Peng Wanyuan. Sanmao recorded these three painting teachers in her essay My Three Teachers.
References: Sogou Encyclopedia-Sanmao Sogou Encyclopedia-A Tree 2. There is an ancient poem about me being a tree
There is no ancient poem, but there is Sanmao's
If there is an afterlife-Sanmao
If there is an afterlife, be a tree and
stand forever. There is no posture of sorrow and joy,
half is peaceful in the dust,
half is flying in the wind;
half in the shade,
half in the sun.
very silent and very proud.
never rely on, never look for.
If there is an afterlife, it will turn into a gust of wind, and
an instant will become eternity.
no sentimental feelings,
no affectionate eyes.
Half of them are free and easy in the rain,
Half of them travel in spring;
Lonely, lonely to travel far,
Take away the faint thoughts,
Never miss, never love;
If there is an afterlife, be a bird, and
fly over eternity without the trouble of getting lost.
There is a fiery hope in the east and a warm nest bed in the south.
Drive the setting sun to the west and awaken the fragrance to the north.
If there is an afterlife,
I hope that every time we meet,
it will become eternity. 3. Poems about trees
Poems about trees
1. There are many trees and many herbs.
2. we watch the green trees that circle your village, and the pale blue of outlying mountains.
3. There are strange trees in the court, and the green leaves are blooming.
4. Birds stay in the trees by the pool, and monks knock on the door.
5. Jasper is dressed as a tree with ten thousand green silk tapestries hanging down.
6. is like a spring gale, come up in the night, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.
7. every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water, and Parrot Island is a nest of sweet grasses.
8. Qian Fan is on the side of the sinking boat, and Wan Muchun is in front of the sick tree.
9. the spring eyes are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves sunny and soft.
1. Old trees with withered vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing with water, and old roads are thin and thin.
11. Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I went to the tall building alone, looking at the end of the world.
1. There are many trees and plenty of herbs. (Cao Cao: Watching the Sea)
2. we watch the green trees that circle your village, and the pale blue of outlying mountains. (Meng Haoran: "Passing the Old Man's Village")
3. Birds stay in the trees by the pool, and monks knock at the door on the moon. (Jia Dao: titled Li Ning's Living in a secluded place)
4. Jasper is dressed as a tree with ten thousand green silk tapestries hanging down. (He Zhizhang: Singing Willow)
5. is like a spring gale, come up in the night, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees. (Cen Can: (a Song of White Snow in Farewell to Field-Clerk Wu Going Home)
6. every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water, and Parrot Island is a nest of sweet grasses. (Cui Hao: "Yellow Crane Tower")
7. On the side of the sinking boat, Qian Fan passes, and the sick tree leads Wan Muchun. (Liu Yuxi: "Reward Lotte at the First Meeting in Yangzhou")
8. The spring eyes are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves the sunny and soft. (Yang Wanli: "Xiaochi") 4. Poems about writing trees
Qingmen Liutang Baijuyi Qingqing is a sad tree, and several people have been separated from hate.
send more farewells for the near Doumen, and all the long strips are folded to reduce the spring breeze. Chang' an Xinliu Tang Chen Guang's nine strange clouds are at the beginning, and Huangqu Willow has been new.
if you have different scenery, you will get spring in the sun first. The color is light and slightly dewy, and the silk is light and not dusty.
if a branch wants to break, it will return to this morning. Linchuan sees the new willow and Tang Cui, but not the head of the river for three or four days, and the willows are old and golden by the bridge.
the south bank of the bank crosses north, with rain and smoke. Where the hometown leads the dream, twice other countries see prosperity and decline.
The grass color in Tingzhou is the same, and everyone knows that it is far away. When the wind slows down in Liutang and Cuizhang, it drags smoke and blows water.
it's the short branches that make the generals hate. Zhang Lang's bones are soft and thin, and her waist is light and she is hungry.
it's heartbreaking to return home. Topic Liu Tang Di Huan Tiannan and Tianbei, where shadows dance.
the emerald color is endless, and more people are born out of love. After the rain, the cage is on the shore, and the smoke is on the Sui River.
it has its own good name, which Qin Song inherited. Du Mu in Xinliu Tang Dynasty was unable to shake the wind and dawn the new color, and it seemed that his waist was jealous.
The shade is not covered with long dike water, and the golden spike greets Yuan Chun first. A few sad roads, a branch and the rain to see off the dust.
more parting outside the east gate will kill people who are in the morning and evening. Liu Jue sentence Tang Du Mu's several trees are newly opened with green shadows, and they are fascinated by spring by their amorous feelings.
yiyi's old country, Fan Chuan, hates it, half covering the village bridge and half blowing the stream. The willow and Tang dynasties swayed and provoked the wind, and the embankment was soft and silky.
if you are strong, you will know; if you are weak, you will find it hard to hold on. Learn to dance branches and turn sleeves, showing makeup leaves and eyebrows.
how to climb, bosom friend and poem. A cage of gold thread bends a bridge in Han Wo, Liutang, and several children have damaged her waist.
but the spirit and the standard are there, spring is still long. Liu Tang and Han Cong broke the cui strips in the willow songs, and moved far away to the Golden Temple to plant the blue clouds.
The ladies-in-waiting in Shangyang have a voice to send them off. If they are not angry, they will dance and slim down first. In Liu Tang and Han Dynasty, all the snow was watered, and the shadows were dim, and the warm wind was late and the early warbler returned.
if the thin leaves are used to keep the spring color, the long strips must be tied down. Pengze is still depressed, and the Sui embankment has no owner and is reluctant.
In the world, people hate this, but pedestrians give little. Han Wo, who was in the willow-chanting Tang Dynasty, couldn't resist the rain and dragged the wind, and his whole body was unable to hang down to people.
when the jade fiber is folded and given away, it is like Guanyin's hand. He Zhizhang Jasper in the Yongliu Tang Dynasty was dressed as a tree with ten thousand green silk tapestries hanging down.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. Liu Tang Li Jiao Yang Liu Yu is dense, and the golden embankment is always green.
the flowers in front of the courtyard are like snow, and the leaves between the buildings are like clouds. The column is divided into dragon shadows, and Fangchi writes phoenix articles.
why do you play the short flute? You think you are a gentleman. In the weeping willow Tang Dynasty, Li Shangyin lived in a graceful small garden, and was graceful to the east of Quchi.
all the worshippers hang down to the ground, and the fairy clothes are full of wind. The seven sages would rather occupy bamboo, and the three products are loose.
heartbroken spirit and temple, the first imperial jade seat is empty. In the Liu and Tang Dynasties, Li Shangyin's snow in the south of the Yangtze River and the north of the Yangtze River began to disappear.
The guest's hand has climbed on Ba 'an, and the Chu Palace dances her waist first. Qingming brings rain to the official road, and the wind blows the wild bridge in the evening.
if the thread is like silk, it will be a long way for Wang Sun to return. In Liu and Tang Dynasties, Li Shangyin once danced with the east wind, and enjoyed a trip to the Spring Garden.
how can I be willing to bring the setting sun and cicada to the clear autumn day? The topic Liu Tang Li Zhong turned away from the pavilion, and the spring was full of hands.
flowers are not gorgeous, but soft and affectionate. The moon is caught in the river, and the wind shakes the wild warbler.
at the end of March on the Sui Dyke, I want to fly freely. A cluster of blue smoke locks the jade building in Luo Yin, Liutang, with a half-hanging column and a half-hanging ditch.
next year, there will be new articles, and the spring breeze will not stop. Liu Tang mu you was given a gift by you in ancient times, and was reborn several times.
Five trees lean against the Yuan Ming House, and thousands of trees hang low over Taiwei Camp. There is smoke and jade in the water, and the warblers stay in the wind and rain.
The presence of the Sui Emperor's Dyke made the songs sound at that time. In Liu and Tang Dynasties, Pei Shuo brushed the dangerous building high and brushed the dust low, while Baqiao climbed a He Pin.
thinking is a heartless tree, and you don't understand how to welcome people but give them away. Wu Rong, a poet in the Liu and Tang Dynasties, was a land of warblers and did not teach flowers as matchmakers.
be careful with the rain, but only love the wind. It's good to brush the brocade barrier, but don't cover the bronze sparrow terrace.
there are thousands of trees in baling, and we will leave each other at dusk. Liu Tang Xu Huan's lonely gold bars lead slightly, and they report the spring return first every year.
untie the cage and spread the fragrance, instead of chasing the flowers. Singing birds makes cicadas look disappointed, dancing smoke shakes water.
after five famous pottery plants, it is rare to see the glory of the species. In the willow-chanting Tang Dynasty, Xue Feng, a weak plant, was frightened by the wind and hurt himself, and his thoughts were melodious at dusk.
I have gone with the wind to compete with the purple stranger, and dared to stroke Zhu Lan to compete for short and long. Flying and dancing, flapping like snow and frost.
Mo Lingqi's road climbs frequently, and gradually plans to hang the shade to the painting hall. Ting Liu Tang Yao is a willow branch, and when the porch is mixed, it hangs.
yin intercourse is always * * * dense, and each stripe is appropriate. Because dependence seems permanent, it hurts more to tie the knot.
love this sunny spring scenery, and the autumn wind will not blow. 5. Modern Poems on Trees
1. To Oak Author: Shu Ting, if I love you, I will never show off myself by your high branches like climbing campbell flowers. If I love you, I will never learn from spoony birds and repeat monotonous songs for the shade of trees, which is not only like the cool comfort brought by springs all the year round, but also like a dangerous peak to increase your height and set off your prestige, even sunlight and even spring rain. No, these are not enough! I must be a kapok near you, standing with you as the image of a tree, clinging to the underground leaves and touching each other in the clouds. Every time a gust of wind passes, we greet each other, but no one understands our words. You have your copper branch and iron trunk 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, the wind and thunder, and the thunderbolt. We * * * enjoy the mist, the flowing haze and the rainbow, which seem to be separated forever but dependent on each other for life. This is the great love. It is here-not only love your stalwart body, but also love the position you insist on, the land under your feet. 2. Author: Do you know the road, This 1,-year-old tree is rooted in the cracks of limestone, and it is called Pteroceltis tatarinowii. It is the raw material for making rice paper. How many articles should be hidden in the body? Splendid rivers and mountains. We sit under the tree and drink tea with Muyu stone tea set, and the stone is collected from this mountain. The tea is called Lingyanqing, and the water produced in the tea garden not far away is closer. Look north along the bare root of this Pteroceltis tatarinowii. When the clear spring brew tea is seven steps away, the branches of Zizyphus jujuba are lit by the woodcutter. Look again, I am a tea pourer in cloth, so diligent and authentic. This late autumn afternoon, the wind is so clear and the sky is so blue. A civet cat is lying in the chrysanthemum bushes, so don't rush to the road. Please drink a few more. After this village, there is no such shop. Plant an oak tree at the top of the mountain, not a pine tree. Author: Plant an oak tree at the top of the mountain to let the lonely birds watch it fly. I once thought that I could just go there alone to see the lights under the mountain on a good night with the moon. I leaned against the oak tree and said nothing. The top of the mountain was silent. If there is an oak tree without me, every leaf is fine. 4. To the night tree Author: Liao Weitang, thank you forever. The trees at night are holding hands in the dark. So where are you going peacefully? Always comfort, black in the dark, you paint all flowers and insects flying on my body with blue ink, but I am always beautiful without this body, caressing the new moon, you love each other but don't guard against each other, dancing and forgetting what is going on in the world, and the 1, th summer is overflowing. 5. Tree Author: Zhou Mengdie, when the light and shadow become fruits, you will suddenly remember yesterday. At that time, your face was more beautiful than that of Yuan Night, and the woodpecker didn't even come. Or what drove you to break through this stratum? Cold and hard. Do you hear the cries circulating in your veins? "Let me be a leaf! Let the frost dye red, let the running water pass gently ... "So when I wake up, it will be green! On a snowy night, you will hear the sound of the wings of a cold bluebird. 6. A flowering tree Author: How did Xi Murong let you meet me at my most beautiful moment? For this reason, I have been in front of the Buddha for 5 years, begging it to let us form a dusty Buddha, so I turned into a tree that grew in the sunshine along the road you must pass, and it was the hope of my previous life. When you approached, please listen carefully. The trembling leaves were my waiting enthusiasm, and you finally walked behind you in disregard.