Shu Ting's appreciation of "Drip Guanyin" is better to be longer.

The wind, as if nothing had happened.

It's raining, three o'clock.

This is the south in late autumn.

A young girl likes to run towards me hard.

Disappointed again

The bouquet fell in my arms.

Who is she waiting for?

The platform is empty.

The lights are bright.

The train started slowly.

On an orange halo night

The white scarf flickers ...

To the oak tree.

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.

perhaps

-Answer the loneliness of a reader

Maybe our worries

There are always no readers.

Maybe the road has started to go wrong.

The result is still wrong.

Maybe we should light lanterns one by one.

And was blown out by the strong wind one by one.

Maybe burn out your life and shine on others.

There is no fire around to keep warm.

Maybe the tears are gone.

The land is more fertile.

Maybe we sing the sun.

Also sung by the sun

Maybe the heavier your shoulders are.

The higher the faith.

Maybe shout for all the suffering.

I have to keep silent about my personal misfortune.

perhaps

Due to an irresistible call

We have no other choice.

This is everything, too.

-Answer a young friend's "everything"

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 break his wings.

No, not everything.

Like you said,

Not all flames

They will only burn themselves.

Not illuminating others;

Not all stars

It only means darkness.

Don't report the dawn;

Not all songs

It passed by my ear.

Didn't leave it in my heart.

No, not everything.

Just like you said!

Not all appeals went unanswered;

Not everything lost 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 are tears and blood stains,

But I didn't show a happy expression.

All the present breeds the future,

Everything in the future comes from yesterday.

Hope and fight for it,

Please put these on your shoulders.

Reef and lamp

Stand on my shoulder, honey-

You should be brave.

The black wall moved closer and closer,

A bloodthirsty, gloomy threat,

The waves raised their sharp claws,

Tear my wound a thousand times.

Pain soaked my silence,

Silence can be refined into iron.

If my breasts can't

Resist all blows for you,

Honey, you have to be brave.

miss

A color wall chart without lines.

A pure but unsolvable algebra

A dulcimer, plucking the rain beads on the eaves.

A pair of oars that can't reach the other shore

Bud usually waits in silence.

Sunset is usually far away.

Maybe there is an ocean hidden.

But all I shed was two tears.

Ah, in the vision of the heart

in one's soul of souls

Go to the seaside

sunrise on the sea

How many heroes have aroused sincere 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 is praise and glory.

Changes in marine life

A turbulent ocean of life

Where was the bunker dug when I was a child?

Where is the first love shoulder to shoulder?

Ah, the sea

Even 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 coastal night at night is as cold and cheerless.

The rocks with cold leaves are as cold as death.

From the coast to Yan Jun.

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.

All the past

This world

Have the pain of sinking

And the joy of awakening.

Seeing friends off in autumn night

I was moved by your talent for the first time.

Is in the misty spring rain.

See you tonight. It's hard to see you again.

Sobbing among the mulberry branches

It is already a lazy wind in late autumn.

You always compare yourself to

Old pine trees after lightning strike

You can't cure the pain of burns for a lifetime.

Unlike the willows floating in the air with flowers on the shore.

Every spring, you have to change your appearance.

I often wish I were like

Hong Fei traveling from south to north.

Pave the way in the boundless sky.

Don't be like that narcissistic parrot.

You can't live without a golden cage all day.

This is our own misfortune.

It is also our * * * difficulty.

Because we think too much about life.

Our hearts

Our hearts are always so heavy.

When will the old pile sprout?

Shake off dead branches for a lush tree.

When is the earth always spring?

Soothes the sleeping soul

Don't worry any more.

Morning song by the sea

I run to you in the morning, O sea.

The storm pressed my heart on your chest. ...

I heard you call me in my dream last night.

Like a loving mother calling a long-lost child.

I wake up and listen to your deep singing.

It's getting worse every time.

It's getting crazy.

Shake the island, shake my heart.

As if sinking into the trough together.

Your tide flooded my heart.

And then step down, step down to

cohesion strength

A more violent roar broke out.

I got up and tore open the screen window.

The night star is still shining in the cold.

Wait for me, wait for me.

Can't it wait until dawn?

The morning wind just kissed the dew off the betel nut tip.

I am here, but you are unexpectedly quiet and gentle.

You smile, you whisper

You calmed everything down.

Leaving only a touch of sadness

Only I know.

Why do withered oak trees break?

But I can't say.

Looking at your distant sail shadow, I shed tears.

The wind slowly sent away your poem.

How can I not cry?

Apologize for my lateness.

Night delay

More because I am too young.

We cannot break through time and distance.

The storm will come again.

Please don't forget me.

When you thunder

Shocked the dreary universe

I will sing the praises of your Feng Tao.

Oh, no, I'm so small.

Can I become a snow-white bird?

Be your messenger calling for freedom.

Once I see your secret,

Like that hard rock.

After thousands of years of magic, I stopped talking.

Let your hurricane melt me into your voice.

Let your crazy waves shape me into your role.

I will never hesitate.

Never Back Down

Don't tremble

O sea, please remember-

I am your faithful daughter.

I run to you in the morning, O sea.

The storm pressed my heart on your chest. ...

early spring

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.

The law of human heart

Die for flowers

It's worth it.

Cold wheel

Rough sole

Create a rainbow in spring

In full view.

Cann't stop

Nowhere to tell.

So, die for protest.

It's worth it.

not say/utter a word

It's worth it.

Far better than spring tide

Fall like an avalanche

This sentence

Sealed tightly by lips

Draw all honesty and courage from life.

This sentence cannot be said.

Then, silence for not betraying.

It's worth it.

Saving your life for a promise?

Endure loneliness for a dedication?

Yes, life should not be squandered at will.

But people have their own rules.

If we can

Let's die a thousand times.

Our silence turned to stone.

Like a mine seedling

It means to exist in a fleeting time.

But, remember

The strongest protest

The bravest honesty

There's nothing like-

Speak alive.

Mid-autumn night

Mid-Autumn Festival on the Island in August

Banana milk shake

Dragon's familiar pendant

I didn't know there was such a saying as "morning flowers and evening flowers"

Just because of the wind and rain over the years.

When passion brings ten storms.

Heart, don't know where to stop.

The road has been chosen.

There are no wild roses.

Never regretted it.

People are prone to sleepwalking in the moonlight.

Desire and know gentleness.

To stop the blood from flowing like this

It is obviously not enough to rely on the pride of 24 years old.

Have solid shoulders.

You can lean on your tired head.

Need to have a pair of hands

To support the heaviest moment.

Although I understand

You should completely sacrifice your life.

How much do you keep?

How much sadness

mourn (for/over the dead)

-in memory of an old poet who was persecuted to death

Please show me the unfinished road.

Let me start with your destination.

Please give me the song you just wrote.

I want to sow sparks all the way.

You have gradually buried the broken dream.

A wounded heart

And the damaged years

But your voice enriched by freedom will never

Become silent because of the death of life

Where you died, buried in the mud.

Not a skeleton in chains.

Like the poor mother earth, she accepted it with tears in her eyes.

Countless humiliations and murders

A big tree will grow from here.

Towering road signs

In the direction you desire.

Extend your branches to the distance you pursue.

Why did you sacrifice? Where did you fall?

The times are hanging and there is no answer.

History hides its face and does not answer for the time being.

But in the future, when people clean up the battlefield,

From the chest of the motherland

Pick up your flag with broken wings

And a bloody horn ...

Poetry is immortal because of your noble life.

Life is great because of your immortal poems.

Give as a gift

I'm sorry, I feel sorry for you.

On the moonlit side

On the rainy road

You arch your shoulders and cover your hands.

protect against cold

Deep down in your heart.

You don't realize

My footsteps by your side

How slow.

If you are a fire

I wish I were charcoal.

I want to comfort you like this.

However, I dare not.

I raise my hand for you.

Because the midnight light shines on your window.

A picture of you bending over the bookshelf.

When you revealed your awakening to me

Said that spring red overflowed again.

Your bank

You didn't ask.

When I walk under your window

What do I think every night?

If you are a tree

I am the soil.

I want to remind you like this.

However, I dare not.

Motherland, my dear motherland.

I am your shabby old waterwheel by the river.

Old songs that have been spun for hundreds of years.

I am a miner's lamp with your forehead blackened.

When you grope in the tunnel of history.

I am a withered ear of rice; This is a roadbed that is in disrepair.

This is a barge on the beach.

Draw the rope deep

Pull it into your shoulder

-the motherland!

I am very poor.

I am sad

I am your ancestor.

Painful hope.

It's a flying sleeve.

Flowers that never fall to the ground for thousands of years

-Motherland

I am your brand-new ideal.

Just broke free from the mythical spider web.

I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow.

I am your tearful smile.

I am the newly painted white starting line.

This is crimson dawn.

Spraying

-Motherland

I am one billionth of you.

Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters.

With your scarred breasts,

raise

Lost me, considerate me, boiling me.

And then from my flesh and blood

get

Your richness, your glory, your freedom.

-Motherland

my dear motherland

Pearl shell-tears of the sea

Put a pearl shell in my trembling hand,

Like goose yellow tears dripping from the sea. ...

When the waves leave with hatred,

Suffocated on the snow-white chest of the earth,

This is the burning tears in the hero's eyes.

Loyal as a hero,

Jealous sunshine

Can't turn it into a drop of water;

When the waves cheer,

The earth welcomes its lover with open arms,

This is a golden branch and jade leaf in a girl's arms.

As affectionate as a girl's heart,

Cruel years

Can't let its petals wither.

It's countless hugs,

Countless tears,

In countless joys and sorrows,

The noblest poem abandoned;

Countless foggy mornings,

Countless rainy nights,

In countless times,

The most harmonious music forgotten.

Expand it—

The blood of losers,

Get up-

Monument to the winner.

It witnessed bloody glory,

It records great sins.

Great,

Its pattern, its color,

Including the vast universe,

Summarized the vast world;

It's small, as simple as my lines,

The wind whipped me hard,

Can't get it back from me.

Like goose yellow tears dripping from the sea,

I put a pearl shell in my trembling hand. ...

April dusk

At dusk in April.

The water is dragging groups of green melodies.

In the low gyre of the canyon

Wandering in the sky

If the soul is full of echoes

Why look for it?

Sing if you want, but please

Gently, gently, gently

April dusk

Like a lost memory.

Maybe there's an appointment

So far, there is no arrangement.

Maybe there's a relationship

But not mutually.

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

Flowing, flowing, silent.

Ah, mom.

Your pale fingertips touch my temple.

I can't help acting like a child.

Hold on to your skirt

Ah, mom.

In order to keep your fading figure

Although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke.

I still dare not open my eyes for a long time.

I still cherish that bright red scarf.

Afraid that cleaning will make it

Lose your unique warmth

Ah, mom.

Isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless?

I'm afraid the memory will fade, too.

How dare I open its screen easily?

I cried to you for a thorn.

Now I'm wearing a Jing Guan, and I dare not.

I dare not moan.

Ah, mom.

I often look up at your photos sadly.

Even if the call can penetrate the loess

How dare I disturb your sleep?

I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this.

Although I have written many songs.

For flowers, for the sea, for the dawn.

Ah, mom.

My sweet, soft and deep memory.

Not a torrent, not a waterfall.

It's a dry well, and it can't sing under the shade of flowers and trees.

Guimeng

With my familiar lily.

(Petals fall on the windowsill)

-It confuses me.

With a breath that seems to blow into the ear.

(face deeply buried in hand)

-Let me hold my breath

Even simple etudes.

(Mom's hand, the wind outside the window)

Well, I can finally cry again.

Ignore details

Have a new understanding of the Enlightenment.

It's back, my passion.

-Poetry in Fragments

Late autumn night in Beijing

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 want to ask you.

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