Modern? ? Shu Ting
If I love you-
Unlike climbing Campbell,
Show off with your tall branches:
If I love you-
Never imitate spoony birds,
Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;
It is not just like a fountain,
Send cool comfort all year round;
It is not just like a dangerous peak, it increases your height and sets 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, 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,
Like halberds,
I have my red flowers,
Like a heavy sigh,
Like a heroic torch,
We share cold waves, storms and lightning;
We enjoy the fog, the rainbow,
As if we were separated forever,
But they depend on each other all their lives,
This is great love,
Loyalty is here:
Not only love your strong body,
I also love your stand and the land under your feet.
Go to the seaside
Modern shuting
How many heroes sincerely admire the sunrise at sea?
The sunset at sea evokes the tender nostalgia of many poets.
How many songs did the sea breeze sing on the cliff day and night?
Whispering about how many lines of footprints were left on the beach day and night.
How many times have I raised the sail on the horizon and been kept secret by Haitao.
Buried in secret, cursed,
There is sadness, there is praise,
There is a magnificent sea-
An ever-changing life-
In the turbulent ocean, where is the hole dug by childhood?
Where is the first love, shoulder to shoulder,
The sea is your wave.
It can erase memories and some shells.
Scattered on the hillside like stars on a summer night
Maybe the whirlpool blinks its dangerous eyes, or maybe the storm opens its greedy mouth.
Ah, life
Although you ruined countless innocent dreams.
There are also some brave people, such as in the storm.
The flying petrel is as calm as the coastal night at night.
The rock death of cold leaves is generally serious in coastal rocks.
How lonely my shadow is from dusk to midnight.
How proud I am inside. "
The element of freedom ".
Let you pretend to roar and let you pretend to be calm.
Let you take all the past, all the past-
The world has the pain of sinking.
And the joy of awakening.