What is suitable for Shu Ting's recitation?

Shu Ting

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

To the oak tree.

Shu Ting

If I love you-

Unlike climbing Campbell,

Show off yourself 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 only a dangerous mountain peak,

Increase height and set off 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 a halberd;

I have my red flowers,

Like a heavy sigh,

Like a heroic torch.

We share cold waves, storms and lightning;

We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow.

As if we were separated forever,

But they are lifelong dependent.

This is great love,

Loyalty is here:

Love-not only love your strong body,

I also love your stand, the land under your feet.

Singing iris

My sadness is because of your shining.

Lift the faint nimbus.

Goddess of the rainbow

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one

On your chest

I became a singing iris.

The breeze you breathe blows me.

In the tinkling moonlight

Use your broad palm.

contingently

Cover me.

two

Can I dream now?

It's snowing. Big forest

Ancient wind chimes and leaning towers

Can I have a real Christmas tree?

Covered with

Roller skates, magic flutes and fairy tales

Fireworks and fountains show joy.

Can I run in the street with a smile?

three

Where is my little basket?

Autumn harvest of long grass in my high-yield field

Where is my old kettle?

Thirsty lunch break under my scaffolding

A bow I've never tied.

My English practice: I love you, love you.

I fold the elongated figure under the street lamp.

My countless times

Tears that flowed out and swallowed.

also

also

Don't ask me.

Why do you turn your head slightly in your dreams?

In the past, like a cricket hiding in the corner.

Sobbing quietly and stubbornly.

four

Let me have a quiet dream.

Don't leave me.

That short, short street

We've been walking for a long time.

Let me have a peaceful dream.

Leave me alone

Ignore the crows who can't hover.

As long as there are no clouds in your eyes

Let me have an absurd dream.

Don't laugh at me.

I want to walk into your lines every day.

I will come back to you blushing every night.

Let me have a crazy dream.

Forgive and tolerate my tyranny.

When I say: You are mine! You are mine

Honey, don't blame me. ...

I even long for it.

A thousand waves of enthusiasm

Drown you a million times

five

When we meet face to face.

Take a high-speed train to the moon, for example.

The world screamed back.

Time is spinning wildly.

Fall like an avalanche.

When we look at each other quietly

The soul is like a venue in an art exhibition.

A whirlpool and a sunshine whirlpool.

Attract us deeper.

Silence, Enrichment and Harmony

six

done

Sitting hand in hand in the dark.

Let the old and young voice

Wear it in our hearts

Even if there is an emperor knocking at the door

You don't have to talk to me.

but ...

seven

Wait? What is that? What's that noise?

Wake up the scarlet heartbeat in my veins.

When I'm dizzy

Forever awake sea

What is that? Whose will?

Open the eyes of my body and soul together.

You should wear a cross every day.

follow me

eight

Umbrella dream

Dandelions fly like flies.

Surrounded by a crater.

nine

My emotional bougainvillea

You would rather live than die.

Back to your stormy hillside.

Don't shake the vase.

The wild swan in my nature

Even if you were shot.

Through the open winter.

Don't miss the spring scenery with railings

However, my name and my faith

At the same time entered the runway.

A single record representing a country.

I have no right to rest.

The sprint of life

There is no end, only speed.

ten

towards

The sky that will make the highest ruling.

I lift my face.

Feng, you can take me there.

But I still have a heart of my own

Recognize the rights of the unhappy.

eleven

Honey, raise your lamp.

Follow me on the road.

Let me broadcast it with my lines.

The ideal bell rings behind the moor, and the night is so gentle.

Lights and cities cluster in my arms, and the lights arch.

Let my lines continue to trudge with me

The avenue twisted its tentacles and shouted: you can't go there.

The criss-crossing land of springs provides signposts for flowers.

twelve

I walked across Kouga Street to the square.

I walked into the pumpkin shed, out of the highland barley and into the wasteland.

Life has been casting me.

There is a heavy yoke on one side and a corolla on the other.

But no one knows.

I'm still your stupid girl who can't do arithmetic.

No matter how the symphony of the times swept away my echo.

You can still recognize my unique voice.

thirteen

I stand up straight.

Fearless, proud and exceptionally young.

The storm of pain is in my heart.

The sun is on my forehead.

My yellow skin is bright and transparent.

My black hair is thick and lush.

chinese mother

To the children who answered the call.

Baptize again

fourteen

Call me your birch sapling.

Your little blue star, mom.

If the bullet comes,

Hit me first

I smiled and my eyes were clear.

Slowly slide down mother's shoulder.

Don't cry, Honghua.

Blood, burning on your waves

……

fifteen

By then, my dear

Don't be sad.

Although there is no one else.

Lift up a frivolous dress

Through the alley where cicadas sing and rain.

Knock on your stained glass window

Although there are no naughty hands.

Set the alarm clock.

He said angrily, now take your positions.

Go ahead, get back on your course.

Don't sit on the jade base.

Create a simple image of me

Not to mention the lonely guitar.

Turn the calendar back page by page.

sixteen

Your position

Under that flag

Ideal makes pain shine.

This is the olive tree I entrusted.

For you.

final conclusion

Come to me with pigeons.

Come to me in the morning.

You will learn from people's love.

Find me.

Find yours

Singing iris

This is everything (Shu Ting)

Not all trees

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.

Just like you said!

Not all the flames,

They will only burn themselves.

Not illuminating others;

Not all stars,

It only means night.

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 all losses 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

It's all tears and blood prints, but it doesn't show joy.

All the present breeds the future,

Everything in the future comes from yesterday.

Hope and fight for it,

Please put these on your shoulders.

The voice of a generation

Shu Ting

I will never complain.

My personal misfortune

Missed youth

A deformed soul

Countless sleepless nights

Leave painful memories.

I subverted the definition of road.

I broke the chains.

Just stay in my heart.

Shocking ruins ...

But I stood up.

Standing on the vast horizon

No one, no means.

Can push me down again

If it were me, lying in the tomb of a martyr.

Moss eroded the writing on the slate.

If it were me, I would taste the taste behind bars.

A law that uses chains to prove truth.

If it were me, I would look haggard.

There is no end to atonement-like labor.

If it were me, it would only be

My tragedy-

I may have forgiven you.

My tears and anger

Maybe it will calm down.

But for the father,

For the father's children.

For monuments everywhere

Silent questioning no longer makes people tremble.

For a photo of sleeping on the street

No longer let our eyes have nowhere to hide.

For the naive children in a hundred years.

There is no need to guess the history we left behind.

For this blank of the motherland

In a difficult time in this country.

For the purity of the sky

And the integrity of roads.

I demand the truth!

Go to the seaside

Shu Ting

sunrise on the sea

How many heroes have aroused people's heartfelt 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 have been praises and glory.

Ocean-a Changing Life

Life-a turbulent ocean

Where is the hole dug in childhood?

Where is the first love shoulder to shoulder?

Oh, the sea

Even if 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 night is as calm as the night on the coast.

The rock death in Cold Leaves is as serious as death.

From the rocks on the coast

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 away everything in the past.

Everything in the past-

This world

Have the pain of sinking

And the joy of awakening.

the goddess peak

Shu Ting

Wave to you in colorful flower handkerchiefs

Whose hand suddenly retracted?

Cover your eyes tightly.

When people disperse, who

Still standing at the stern

Skirts are flying like turbulent clouds.

Tao Jiang

Speak louder.

Lower your voice.

Beautiful dreams leave beautiful wounds.

Generation after generation.

However, the heart

Can it really turn into stone?

Because cranes are looking forward to the distant sky.

I missed it countless times.

Along the river bank

The torrent of Jin Ju and Ligustrum lucidum

Is inciting new betrayal.

Instead of being exhibited on a cliff for thousands of years.

Why not cry on your lover's shoulder all night?

brig

Shu Ting

The fog wetted my wings.

But the wind won't make me hesitate any more.

Coast, dear coast

I just said goodbye to you yesterday.

You came again today.

Tomorrow we will be at

Meet at another latitude

It's a storm, it's a light.

Connect us together.

Another storm, another lamp.

Let's divide things up again.

Even the ends of the earth

Is it morning or evening?

You are on my voyage.

I'm in your sight.

Pearl shell-tears of the sea

Shu Ting

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. ...