Shu Ting's "To the Oak Tree" and Yu Xiuhua's "I Love You" are both emotionally rich poetry works

If I love you, I will never be like a climbing lingxiao flower, borrowing your tall branches to show off myself.

If I love you, I will never learn the obsessive bird and repeat monotonous songs for the shade.

If I had sent you a book, I would not have sent you poetry, I would have given you a book about plants, about crops, about the difference between rice and weeds, about a weedy, a weedy spring.

In this work of Teacher Shu Ting, through an artistic technique that uses the pure expression of overall symbolic meaning, the "Kapok" that symbolizes frankness and inner enthusiasm sends out a fiery monologue to the "oak tree" of the lover, and also enthusiastically and frankly sings her own serious personality ideals and strongly requires that love must stand shoulder to shoulder and should have its own independent and affectionate view of love.

And Yu Xiuhua's "I Love You" through a more straightforward and close to the irrational confession of life, trying to give us an immersive and dazed sense of the drift of time, when sighing time makes people's livers cut off, remember the spring of the barnyard, the same is warm in the sunny days.

At the end, let me tell you with a sonnet how I judged these two works.

Text/Li Haitang/Fourteen Lines of Love

Your beauty is a kind of elegant sorrow for me

I don't know if the tears are coming now or not

I will only quietly hold your hand that has caressed me

Then flick the ends of your hair and quietly kiss your forehead

It's a kind of idyllic obsession floating between your eyebrows

My heart is the finger and your flow will be the strings

Let me play a song of your favorite people you love to listen to

Following your feminine figure is my eyes

Remember you asked me for whom my love would stay

Remember when I said I would keep everything for you

Because your appearance has been like a small stone thrown into the water

The ripples of the splash mercilessly stirred my heart

I don't know if the tears flowed down were once excited to feel love

Perhaps every man is vulnerable in the face of love creeping in