I believe in the fairy tale you wrote, and I have become the blue flower of the fairy tale! Urgent!

Boss, at first glance, you know that it's not a fairy tale, but a poem.

Fairy Tale Poet Shu Ting.

You believe in the fairy tales you wrote.

I have become a blue flower in a fairy tale.

Your eyes are omitted.

Sick trees, decaying walls.

Rusty iron grating.

Just a simple signal.

Assemble a team of stars, milk vetch, and grasshoppers.

to the distance where there is no pollution.

The heart may be small, small.

The world is big, big.

So, people believe you.

Believe in Tasson after the rain.

There are thousands of small suns hanging.

Mulberries and fishing rods bend to stretch the surface of the river.

The clouds wrapped themselves around the kite's tail.

Countless memories that have been shaken.

Shake off the dust and sand of the years.

With a sterling silver-like sound.

Talk to your dreams.

The world may be small, tiny.

The realm of the heart is very big, big.

Shu Ting).

The seeds of the flower broke through the ground and sprouted in another time and space, and the season fled, and the moon was still accompanied by the flower. I believe in the fairy tale you wrote, and I have become a blue flower ...... in the fairy tale”

This sentence is from Shu Ting's "Fairy Tale Poet" in April 1980

The original text is as follows: You believe in the fairy tale you wrote.

I have become a blue flower in a fairy tale.

Your eyes are omitted.

Sick trees, decaying walls.

Rusty iron grating.

Just a simple signal.

Gather stars, milk vetch.

and the team of the gnats.

to the distance where there is no pollution.

The heart may be small, small.

The world is big, big.

So, people believe you.

Believe in Tasson after the rain.

There are thousands of small suns hanging.

Mulberry. Fishing rods bend over the river.

The clouds wrapped themselves around the kite's tail.

Countless memories that have been shaken.

Shake off the dust and sand of the years.

With a sterling silver-like sound.

Talk to your dreams.

The world may be small, tiny.

The realm of the heart is very big, big.

This is Shu Ting's letter to Gu Cheng.

In a poem, g·c is the capital of the first letter of Gu Cheng's name, and this "fairy tale poet" refers to Gu Cheng. Shu Ting and Gu Cheng are both excellent poets in the era of chaos and rectification, hazy poetry.

representatives. One is elegant, one is innocent, one walks on the earth, one flies in the sky, all have a faint beauty of sadness! Shu Ting's poem combines fine imagery, expands the language of the poem, leaves a rich space for the reader's imagination, and creates a fairytale-like world:

A small beautiful blue flower smiled and sang with its soul, and it attracted many lovely companions—stars with bright eyes, milk vetch with a sweet fragrance, and chubby and lively grasshopper ......Together, they set out for the "unpolluted distance", they went to find their dreams, they looked for the "thousands of little suns" on the "Tasong after the rain", they wanted to fish for the clarity of the river in the warm and bright sun, they chewed the little purple mulberry fruit in their mouths, they flew their kites very high, entangled in the white and light clouds, and their sound like pure silver echoed in the ...... between heaven and earthWhat a wonderful fairy tale! Our "fairy tale poet" Gu Cheng is drunk in this wonderful fairy tale. The world has no "sick trees", "decadent walls", "iron collapse fences", and shakes off the "dust and sand of time".

There are crystal-like transparent and pure bodies and souls, dreams, fairy-tale poems, poetic fairy tales! The symbolism of the imagery is hazy but not obscure, and it depicts the dream of a generation in an era when ideals and reality conflicted, who yearned for light, freedom, happiness, intimacy, and wanted to escape from the Cultural Revolution.

The times are dilapidated, gloomy, and stagnant, and we can feel this fairy-tale poet from another poem by Gu Cheng, "The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to find light." ”

Fairy Tale Poet Shu Ting.

You believe in the fairy tales you wrote.

I have become a blue flower in a fairy tale.

Your eyes are omitted.

Sick trees, decaying walls.

Rusty iron grating.

Just a simple signal.

Assemble a team of stars, milk vetch, and grasshoppers.

to the distance where there is no pollution.

The heart may be small, small.

The world is big, big.

So, people believe you.

Believe in Tasson after the rain.

There are thousands of small suns hanging.

Mulberries and fishing rods bend to stretch the surface of the river.

The clouds wrapped themselves around the kite's tail.

Countless memories that have been shaken.

Shake off the dust and sand of the years.

With a sterling silver-like sound.

Talk to your dreams.

The world may be small, tiny.

The realm of the heart is very big, big.

Shu Ting).

Did I believe the fairy tale you wrote or did you believe the fairy tale you wrote? I'm dizzy, it's all different.

In short: I believe in the (fairy tale) good life you wrote, and I myself am a beautiful woman in a good life. (A metaphor for how lucky you are.) )

The prince of the dream galloped on a white horse.

Desperate to find the princess who saved herself.

The mermaid who can't speak calls in her heart.

Lover's name over and over again.

However, those who passed by never heard.

When I came to my senses.

I can only meet you with the gesture of memory.

We can't resist reality.

I can't resist growing old with the years.

It's like the past time can't be re-burned.

On the painting stolen from the old castle.

You used to look at me with great care.

Look nervous or worried.

Girl wading through the water with a white dress.

If you're not careful, you'll stain your beautiful clothes.

Two mud kids you gave me.

Have been living in a log cabin in the forest.

If it's a snowy morning.

The boy and girl ran out holding hands.

I guess they must be.

Quietly back to a fairy tale.

In the wind of the years.

I listened to the conversation from branch to branch.

Flowers and flowers.

The noise of leaves and leaves.

This is a fairy tale left to us by the years.

The past drifts away inadvertently.

What is left behind is an idyllic and dreamlike story.

Let the fairy tale render the years.

Seek seductive feelings.

The past that rippled in my heart.

Sit alone by the tree. Listen to the song of the trees.

Falling leaves.

And they beat again and again.

A window to the soul.

The years are like songs, poems, and fairy tales.

In the meadow of youth.

Ditch all the scenery.

Turn dreams into power.

In the ocean of knowledge.

The boat of youth.

You will arrive in the ideal fairytale kingdom.

To be honest, this is a copy, I don't know if it's right, I hope to give an encouragement.

1. I don't know why, as long as you are by my side, my heart will no longer be uneasy.

2. I believe in the fairy tale you wrote, and I have become the blue flower in the fairy tale.

3. The flame of love is ignited in our hearts, and we will be melted together from now on.

4. Disappointment, sometimes it is also a kind of happiness, because there is something to expect, so it will be disappointed. Because there is love, there will be expectation, so even if you are disappointed, it is also a kind of happiness, although this happiness is a little painful.