A love poem by Shu Ting, a modern poet: bougainvillea under the sunshine rock.
It is a noisy waterfall,
Hanging on a lonely stone wall,
The most limited nutrition,
But gave the richest self,
This is a luxurious sunshade.
Protect the wild from the wind and rain,
The colder the place,
The wilder and more beautiful it looks,
No matter by the wall or the roadside,
Regardless of grass slopes and crevices,
As long as there is sunshine all year round,
Spring, summer, autumn and winter,
It's all your flowering period,
Oh, you're looking up,
You're the one who bowed his head,
Close your eyes,
Even in a foreign country,
Just remember,
Bougainvillea under the sunshine stone,
My eyes are as soft as dreams,
Heart, I don't know whether it is sad or happy.
The Second Love Poem of Modern Poet Shu Ting: To 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 a halberd,
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.
The Love Poem of Modern Poet Shu Ting: goddess peak
Among all kinds of handkerchiefs waving at you,
His hand suddenly retracted,
Blindfolded him tightly,
When people spread out,
Still standing at the stern,
Skirts fly like turbulent clouds,
Jiang Tao, raise your voice and lower your voice.
Beautiful dreams leave beautiful sadness,
Generation after generation,
But, honey,
Can it really turn into stone?
Because the crane overlooks the distant sky,
Missed countless times,
Along the river bank,
The torrent of Jin Ju and Ligustrum lucidum,
Is inciting new betrayal,
Instead of showing it on a cliff for thousands of years,
It's better to cry on your lover's shoulder all night.