To the oak tree, if I love you——/I will never learn to climb the sky flower,/I will show off myself by your high branches;

/If I love you——/I will never learn to be infatuated The birds, / repeat monotonous songs for the green shade;

/ are more than like springs / bringing cool comfort all year round; / are more than like dangerous peaks,

/ increase you The height / sets off your majesty. /Even sunlight/Even spring rain

/No, these are not enough/I must be a kapok near you,

/Standing with you as the image of a tree. /The roots are held together in the ground;

/The leaves are touching in the clouds. /Every time the wind blows, we greet each other,

/But no one understands our words/You have your copper branches and iron trunks,

/Like knives and swords Also like a halberd;/I have my red flowers,/Like a heavy sigh,

/Also like a heroic torch/We share the cold wave, wind, thunder and thunder;

/We** *Enjoy the mist and the misty haze;/It seems like we are separated forever, but we are always dependent on each other

/This is the great love,/The steadfastness is here/Love/not only loves your majestic body,

/I also love the position you insist on,/the land under your feet.

Missing (Shu Ting)

A colorful wall chart lacking lines

A pure but unsolvable algebra question

One Equipped with a single-stringed harp, playing the rosary beads in the raindrops

A pair of oars that cannot reach the other shore

Waiting silently like buds

As far away as the setting sun Attention

Maybe there is a vast ocean hidden in it

But when it comes out, it is just two teardrops

Oh, in the vision of the heart

In the soul Depths

Brig (Shu Ting)

The fog wetted my wings

But the wind did not allow me to hesitate

Shore, my beloved Shore

I just said goodbye to you yesterday

Today you are here again

Tomorrow we will be there again

Meeting at a latitude

It is a storm, a light

Connecting us

It is a storm, a light

< p>Let us divide things again

Not afraid of the ends of the earth

How can it be day and night

You are on my voyage

I am In your sight

Shuo Wang (Shu Ting)

Rumo

The invisible tide becomes more dangerous

Women with dysmenorrhea

Thieves are everywhere

Politicians play guessing games in the dark

Many

The heavy shadow scratches the ankle

Mercury is poisonous

Plated a female fox

Looking at the mirror

The synodic look is negative, heavy or light

Moist enough to impregnate a century-old tree

The mushrooms of the blood-streaked network are born

The new year is full of temptations and does not coincide with the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month

Omens are readily available

Prophet and The witch kept silent

Missing (Shu Ting)

A colorful wall chart lacking lines,

A pure but unsolvable algebra question,

A single-string harp, a rosary that catches the rain on the eaves,

A pair of oars that cannot reach the other shore.

Waiting silently like a bud,

Watching from afar like the setting sun,

Maybe there is a vast ocean hidden inside,

but it flows out , just two teardrops.

Oh, in the perspective of the heart

In the depths of the soul.

April dusk (Shu Ting)

In the dusk of April

Groups of green melodies flow

In Low echo in the canyon

Wandering in the sky

If the soul is overflowing with echo

Why bother searching

If you want to sing you just Sing, but please

Gently, gently, gently

April dusk

Like a lost memory

Maybe there is a date

It has not happened yet;

Maybe there is a passionate love

We can never commit to it

If you want to cry, just cry. , let the tears

Flow, flow, silently

Sending friends abroad (Shu Ting)

The days of worrying about you are a thing of the past

The moment I am proud of you has not yet come

When the moonlight touches the lamp

A blood surge as warm as wine

I don’t believe it

You will drift away to him, I don’t believe it

You can abandon the island where the buds will bloom forever

I don’t believe it

The small wooden door in the deep alley opened for me without making any noise

No one would open their fleece clothes in the wind

Send me to the ferry bridge

I don’t believe in separation, I don’t Believe in forgetting

Don’t believe in the eyeing shadow

Still crouching in the dark corner

Maybe there are still bumps in the future

But not vaguely Already seen the goal

Maybe you have been pursuing it all your life

You still have to find it from the pursuit itself

Through the Arc de Triomphe of life

Sometimes you don’t know

The whistle weaves nostalgia in the empty heart

Hometown water slowly flows through the fingers

Derailed (Shu Ting)

Collision at incredible speed

Dazzling destruction before our eyes

But

never happened

A door

Opened and closed again

That’s all

That’s all

Your belated return of wheels

In my desolation for many years On the bed of dreams, there are many secret paths left behind

When I wake up, I heal them one by one

Past events two and three (Shu Ting)

An overturned wine cup

The stone path floats in the moonlight

Where the grass overwhelms

A branch of azalea is left behind

The eucalyptus forest Spin up

The stars form a kaleidoscope

On the rusty anchor

The eyes reflect the dizzy sky

With vertical The lifted book blocks the candlelight

Hold it gently in your mouth with your fingers

In the fragile silence

Dream half-conscious dreams.

I hope (Shu Ting)

I hope she is like me

There is blood in the chest and hurt in the heart

No flowers and a full moon

p>

Don’t want a short flute or a long flute

Be poor, as poor as tea

A wisp of fragrance in the bitterness

Be proud, as proud as tea Orchid

A face full of autumn frost

Like us, we dare to wander in the white cemetery in the dark night

to listen The sad smile of the partridge

Chasing the drifting fluorescence

We are the same, we dare to open the stakes leading to the future in the forest

p>On the dead branch, the ape stretched out its arms

Why fear the snake spitting green light among the rocks

We dare to follow the whale

< p>Paddle the same dumb boat

To explore the distant harbor

Let the wind shake like a death knell like a flying net

Dedicated to my contemporaries People (Shu Ting)

They are in the sky

Wish to be a star

They are on the earth

Wish to be a lamp

p>

Don’t be afraid of appearing insignificant

Just try your best

Only because you are not recognized

You are extra brave and sincere

Even if it breaks like tears

The sensitive earth

There are still lasting and distant echoes everywhere

To open up the virgin land of the soul

Go into the restricted area, maybe——

Sacrifice there

Leave crooked footprints

for those who come after< /p>

Sign the pass

Song of the Small Window (Shu Ting)

Put down your letter

Go to the open window

I hold the lamp high

So that you from afar

can see me

The wind blows through the grass and clears the sky

Still picking up debris along the street at night

All the flower buds and twigs

must survive another morning frost

Although dawn is not far away

The breath of the sea

Is blocked by the mountains

But the mountains are not intentional

Continue to plunder our youth

Their delay is limited after all

Promise me not to cry

If you feel lonely

Please come to the window to meet me

Looking at each other with sad smiles

Exchanging poems of struggle and joy

Slope (Shu Ting)

Slope

On the way to work

Or the route home, you

usually walk

a little breathless.

Slope

It takes a lot of effort to lift you up

When the wind blows, your clothes flutter up in the wind

It's like charging into battle

Slope Cut off the moment in history

You are a UFO

It’s hard to freeze

When it crossed the peak

You don’t know, Feet

Take the initiative to carry you

Down

Down

It is not only easy to abandon you on the slope

And it’s much faster

Maybe?--Answer to an author’s loneliness (Shu Ting)

Maybe our thoughts

There are always no readers

Maybe we started off on the wrong path

It ended up being wrong again

Maybe we lit up lanterns one by one

and were blown out one by one by the strong wind

Maybe burn the candle of life to illuminate the darkness

But there is no heating fire around you

Maybe shed all the tears

The land will be more fertile

Maybe we sing about the sun

We are also sang by the sun

Maybe the heavier our shoulders are

The more lofty our faith is

Maybe for all the suffering Scream

We have no choice but to remain silent about personal misfortune

Perhaps due to the irresistible call

We have no other choice

Yubae (Shu Ting) )

I really want to slam the car door, run towards you,

cry on your broad shoulders:

“I can’t help it, I really I can't help it."

I really want to hold your hand,

and escape to the clear sky and fields,

without flinching or looking back.

I really want to gather all my tenderness,

with a look that cannot be appealed to,

make you finally wake up.

I really want to, really want to...

My pain turned into sadness,

I can’t even think about it enough, and I can’t say it out loud.

Gift (Shu Ting)

I feel sorry for you

On those sides where the moonlight is flowing

On those days when the drizzle is falling On the road

You hunched your shoulders and sleeved your hands

As if you were afraid of the cold

Hiding your thoughts

You didn’t realize it

How slowly I walk around you

How slowly

If you were fire

I would be charcoal

I want to comfort you like this

But I dare not

I raise my hands and forehead for you

For the midnight light shining on your window< /p>

For the image of you bending in front of the bookcase

When you reveal your awakening to me

Say that spring has passed again

< p>Your river bank

You didn’t ask

When I walked under your window

What do I think every night

If You are the tree

I am the soil

I want to remind you like this

But I dare not

Farewell (Shu Ting)

A person's life should have many stops

I hope every stop

has a light in the fog

Although no one has a shoulder to block the howling wind

Tuck the white scarf for me with frozen fingers

I wish the lights would stay on like tonight

Even if it is blocked by ice and snow

Every road

There are still people heading for the distance

p>

We are destined to be lost

Countless days and nights

I only ask to be left with me

A quiet morning

< p>A crumpled handkerchief

Spread on a damp bench

You open the blue notebook

There is the sound of overnight rain under the mango tree

p>

Write a two-line poem and let’s go

I will remember it

Write it on the path by the lake

Your footprints and figure

If there is no parting and reunion

If you dare not bear the joy and sorrow

What is the meaning of the soul

What else is it called? Life

This is also everything (Shu Ting)

Not all big trees are broken by the scenery;

Not all seeds cannot find the soil to take root;

p>

Not all true feelings are lost in the desert of the human heart;

Not all dreams are willing to have their wings broken.

No, not everything is as you said,

Not all flames only burn themselves and do not illuminate others;

Not all stars are It only indicates the darkness but does not report the dawn;

Not all songs just pass by the ears but not stay in the heart;

No, not everything is like you!

Not all calls are unresponsive;

Not all losses cannot be compensated;

Not all abyss are destruction;

No All destruction is covered on the heads of the weak;

Not all souls are stepped on and rot in the mud;

Not all consequences are tears and blood without showing joy.

Everything in the present is nurturing the future,

Everything in the future grows out of its yesterday.

Hope and fight for it,

Please put all this on your shoulders!

To the sea (Shu Ting)

The sunrise on the sea

Aroused the heartfelt admiration of many heroes

The sunset on the sea

How many poets’ tender thoughts have been provoked

How many songs sung on the cliff

are still whispered by the sea breeze day and night

day and night

How many lines of footprints were left on the beach

How many times the sails were raised to the horizon

They were all secretly buried by the waves

Secretly< /p>

There have been curses, there have been sorrows

There have been praises, there have been glory

The sea - a changing life

Life - The turbulent ocean

Where is the hole dug in childhood

Where is the trace of first love side by side

Oh, the ocean

Even if it is yours Waves

can wash away memories

There are also some shells

scattered on the hillside

Like stars on a summer night

Maybe the whirlpool blinks with dangerous eyes

Maybe the storm opens its greedy mouth

Oh, life

Of course you are ruined

< p>Countless pure dreams

There are also some brave people

Like flying petrels in the storm

The coast in the evening As calm as the night

The rocks on the cold night are as grim as death

From the rocks on the coast

How lonely my shadow is

From From dusk to night

How proud of my heart

"The element of freedom"

Let you pretend to roar

Let you It is a false calm

Let you take away everything in the past

Everything in the past -

This world

has the pain of sinking

There is also the joy of awakening

To the oak tree (Shu Ting)

If I love you——

It will never be like a climbing flower< /p>

Let me show off myself on your high branches;

If I love you——

I will never imitate the infatuated bird

As a shade of green Repeating monotonous songs;

It is not just like a spring

It brings cool comfort all the year round;

It is not just like a dangerous peak

Increase Your height brings out your majesty,

even the sunlight.

Even spring rain.

No, these are not enough!

I must be a kapok tree near you,

standing with you as the image of a tree.

The roots are clenched underground

The leaves are touching in the clouds.

Every gust of wind passes

We greet each other,

but no one

understands our proverbs.

You have your copper branches and iron trunks

Like knives and swords,

Also like halberds;

I have my red The huge flowers

are like heavy sighs,

and like heroic torches.

We share the Han Dynasty, wind and thunder, and thunderbolt;

We enjoy the mist, liulan, and hauni.

It seems like they are separated forever,

But they are still dependent on each other for life.

This is great love,

Consistency is here:

Love——

Not only love you for your stalwart body ,

I also love the position you insist on and the land under your feet.

Mid-Autumn Night (Shu Ting)

The Mid-Autumn Festival in August on the island,

the bananas are shaking, and

the longan is ripe and falling.

I don’t know that there is such a thing as “flowers come and go”,

It’s just because there have been many storms in the past year.

When passion brings a level 10 storm,

The heart doesn’t know where to anchor.

The road has been chosen,

There are no roses,

I have never regretted it.

People are prone to sleepwalking in the moonlight,

We long for but also know how to be gentle.

To prevent blood from flowing like this,

The pride of a twenty-four-year-old is obviously not enough.

You need to have strong shoulders,

to lean on your tired head;

You need a pair of hands,

to support the heaviest time.

Although you understand,

life should be completely dedicated.

As much as you leave to yourself,

you will have as much sorrow as you can.

Self-Portrait (Shu Ting)

She is his little schemer.

Praying for answers, she remained silent.

When silence was needed, she laughed and made noise

dazzling people.

She disrupts balance,

she despises concepts,

she dances around him like a willful little forest demon

with grotesque dance steps.

She is his little schemer.

What he dreamed of, she refused to give him.

What he never wanted, she insisted on accepting.

Attracted by tenderness but avoiding its expression,

Afraid of losing it before getting it,

I am a vortex,

Also creating Countless whirlpools,

No one understands her magic.

She is his little schemer.

The attack will not come, it will not go away,

It seems close but not close, and it is difficult to let go.

Sometimes it's like an iceberg,

Sometimes it's like a sea of ??fire,

It's always like a wordless song,

When I listen, I don't know if it's true Fake,

I can’t tell whether it’s sweet or spicy in the aftertaste.

His, his,

She was her little schemer.

Shelley

Ode to the West Wind

One

O raging west wind, the breath of autumn life!

You are invisible, but the dead leaves are swept away by you,

Like ghosts meeting a wizard, they flee one after another:

The yellow ones, the black ones, the gray ones, As red as tuberculosis,

Oh, a group of people seriously infected with the epidemic: West wind, it is you

Use your car to destroy the promising seeds

On the dark winter bed, they lie there,

like the death hole in the tomb, cold, deep, and lowly,

until spring, your sister in the blue sky blows Arise

Her trumpet resounds throughout the sleeping earth,

(calling out the young shoots, like a flock of sheep, foraging in the air)

will Colors and fragrances fill the mountains and plains.

O unruly spirit, you travel far and wide;

Destroyer and protector: listen, listen!

Two

Sinking into your rapids, when there is chaos in the sky,

The flowing clouds are torn apart like the dead leaves of the earth

The tangled branches of sky and sea.

Become the messenger of rain and lightning: they fall

On the blue waves of your majestic energy,

like the flying hair of a madwoman shining ,

From the farthest and fuzzy edge of the sky

Right to the middle of the sky, it is swaying everywhere

The curls of the approaching thunderstorm are facing death Year of The condensation of your all-powerful power;

That is your pure energy, from which will burst forth

Black rain, hail and fire: Oh, listen!

三

It is you, you wake up the blue Mediterranean,

and it has been sleeping all summer,

was The whirlpool of the clear water hypnotized me into a dream,

On the side of a pumice island in Baya Bay,

It dreamed of ancient palaces and pavilions

On the water The shadows of the waves reflected in the sky tremble,

and they are all covered with moss and flowers.

The fragrance is so charming and intoxicating! Oh, in order to make a way for you

the turbulent waves of the Atlantic Ocean

split themselves to both sides, and deep in the abyss

the ocean The flowers and grass in the forest and the muddy forest

Although the branches and leaves are sparse, they have no energy;

They are scared to death when they hear your voice:

While trembling, he shrank automatically: Oh, listen!

Four

Hey, if I were a dead leaf lifted up by you,

If I were a cloud that could fly away with you,

It is a wave, breathing with your power,

If I share your pulse, I am just not as free as you

Oh, uncontrollable life!

If I could dance in the wind like I did when I was a boy

I would become your partner and swim in the sky

(Because, at that time, I had to Wanting to chase you to the sky,

does not seem like a dream), I won’t be as anxious as I am now

Wanting to pray with you.

Oh, lift me up and treat me as a wave, a leaf, or a floating cloud!

I fell on the thorns of life, and I bled!

This life subdued by the heavy yoke of time

It turns out to be just like you: proud, nimble and untamed.

五

Make me your harp, like the forest:

Though my leaves have fallen, what does it matter!

The music stirred by your great ensemble

will be dyed with the deep autumn mood of the woods and me:

Sad but sweet. Oh, wish you could give me

a violent spirit! O brave men, let us be one!

Please blow my dead thoughts to the world,

Let them promote new life like dead leaves!

Oh, please listen to this spell-like poem,

Let my words be like ashes and sparks

From an unquenched furnace Fire spreads to the world!

Let the trumpet of prophecy pass through my lips

Awaken the sleepy earth! If winter

has come, O west wind, how can spring be far away?

Shelley

One

The flowers that smile today

will wither tomorrow;

We wish Everything you save will fly away as soon as you are tempted.

What is joy in this world?

It is the lightning that laughs at the dark night.

Although it is bright, it is short-lived.

Two

Alas, virtue! How fragile it is!

Friendship is hard to see!

Love sells poor happiness,

You have to exchange for despair!

But we still have to live,

despite the loss of these joys,

and everything "our".

Three

While the sky is still bright and blue,

While the flowers are bright,

While everything seems beautiful to the eyes,

p>

Night has not yet come:

Oh, while the current is still calm,

Dream your dreams - and rest,

Wait until you wake up before crying.