San Mao said in the lyrics of the song "A Tree": "If there is an afterlife, be a tree and stand forever. There is no gesture of sadness and joy. Half is peaceful in the soil, half is flying in the wind, half is cool, and half is bathed in the sun. Very silent, very proud, never dependent, never looking for it. "
Song content (partial):
A tree (Zhao Zhao sings)
Inscription: San Mao and Zhao Zhao (revised)
if there is an afterlife
Become a tree
Standing forever
No sad posture
If you can make a tree,
Become an apple tree
Full of fruit
Never envy prosperity.
Half of them are flying in the wind.
Semi-mature in the soil.
Half of them should be bathed in sunshine.
Half of it should be scattered and cool.
Very very proud.
Never rely on it
Very very quiet.
Never look for
if there is an afterlife
Become a tree
Standing forever
No sad posture
If you can make a tree,
Become a cash cow
Never envy prosperity.
Extended data:
A tree (Zhao Zhao's song) belongs to the album: Rough, with a song duration of 3:30.
Issue date: 2065438+September 2002 Lyrics: Sanmao, Zhaozhao (revised)
Sanmao was born on March 26th, 1943 (February 26th, Lunar 2 1 year), from Huangjueya Street, Nan 'an District, Chongqing. Sanmao likes reading when he is young. She will watch Dream of Red Mansions for the first time in the fifth grade next semester. When I was in junior high school, I almost read all the world famous books on the market. I dropped out of school in the second grade and was carefully taught by my parents, laying a foundation for ancient poetry and English. He studied under three painters: Gu, Han Xiangning and Peng Wanyuan. Sanmao recorded these three painting teachers in her essay My Three Teachers.
References:
Sogou encyclopedia-Sanmao Sogou encyclopedia-a tree
There is an ancient poem saying that I am a tree. There are no ancient poems, but there are three hairs.
If there is an afterlife-San Mao
If there is an afterlife, be a tree,
Standing forever. Without sad and happy gestures,
Half in the dust,
Half of them are flying in the wind;
Half in the shade,
Half bathed in sunshine.
Very silent and proud.
Never rely on, never look for.
If there is an afterlife, it will become a gust of wind.
Instances can become eternity.
No sentimental feeling,
No sentimental eyes.
Half of them are free and easy in the rain,
Half of them travel in spring;
Lonely, lonely travel,
Take away those vague ideas,
Never missed, never loved;
If there is an afterlife, be a bird,
Through eternity, there is no trouble of getting lost.
There is fiery hope in the east and warm nest beds in the south.
Drive the sunset back to the west and awaken the fragrance to the north.
If there is an afterlife,
I hope that every time we meet,
Can become eternal.
3. Poems about trees Write poems about trees
1. There are many trees and rich herbs.
We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains.
There are strange trees and colorful green leaves in the courtyard.
4. The bird stays in the tree by the pool, and the monk is knocking at the door.
Jasper is dressed as a tree with 10,000 green silk tapestries.
6. Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.
7. Every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water, and Nautilus Island is a nest of herbs.
Qian Fan is on the side of the sunken ship, and Wan Muchun is in front of the diseased tree.
9. Spring eyes are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of trees shines on the water and loves softness.
10. Old vines faint crows, small bridges flowing, old roads thin horses.
1 1. Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon.
1. There are many trees and rich herbs. (Cao Cao: Looking at the sea)
We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains. (Meng Haoran: "Passing the Old Village")
3. The bird stays in the tree by the pool, and the monk is knocking at the door. (Jia Dao: "Li Ning lives in seclusion")
Jasper is dressed as a tree with 10,000 green silk tapestries. (He Zhangzhi: "Liu Yong")
Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows the petals of ten thousand pear trees. (Cen Can: (Bai Xuege sends Tian Shuji Wu home)
6. Every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water, and Nautilus Island is a nest of herbs. (Cui Hao: Yellow Crane Tower)
7. Qian Fan is on the side of the sunken ship, and Wan Muchun is in front of the diseased tree. (Liu Yuxi: "The First Meeting of Yangzhou will enjoy Lotte")
8. Spring eyes are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of trees shines on the water and loves to be soft. (Yang Wanli: "Xiaochi")
4. Poems about writing trees Qingmen Liutang Baijuyi Qingqing is a sad tree, which has been complained by several people.
Send more farewells near the Doumen, and fold the strip in half to reduce the spring breeze. At the beginning of the strange cloud in Chang' an Guangjiu, the yellow willow has been new.
The sky is different from the garden, and spring comes first. The color is light and slightly dew, and the silk is light but not dusty.
I want to break one and go back to this morning. Linchuan sees the new willow and Tang Cui, but he doesn't see the river head for three or four days, and Liu Laojin is at the bridge.
The south bank of the bank crosses the north, and it is filled with rain and smoke. The place where my hometown leads my dreams is twice as prosperous and declining as other countries.
The grass in Tingzhou is all the same color, and everyone knows how to kill it. When the wind is slow in Liutang and Cuizhang, smoke is dragged and water is blown.
If you annoy the general, you will be tied to a short branch. Zhang Lang's bones are soft and thin, and her waist is light and hungry.
My hometown has not returned, and my heart hurts. The topic of Liu Tang is all over the world, where is the shadow dance?
Emerald color can't be folded, leave more feelings. Caged on the shore after the rain, smoke on the Suihe River.
It has its own good name, followed by Qin Song. Du Mu of Tang Dynasty in Liu Xin, the wind can't move, and his waist looks like envy.
The shade didn't cover the long dike water, and the golden spike greeted Yuan Chun first. A few sad roads, a branch, the rain sees the dust.
More is the departure outside the east gate, fearing to kill the opposite person. Liu Jue said that several trees of Du Mu in Tang Dynasty have newly opened green shadows, and they are full of amorous feelings, so they are fascinated by spring.
Fan Chuan, the old country hates her, half built the village bridge and half blew the stream. Liu tang style shakes, and the embankment is soft and silky.
You'll know when you're strong, but it's hard to persist when you're weak. Learn to dance branches and turn sleeves to make up Ye Mei.
How to climb, bosom friend and poetry. A cage of gold thread bent the bridge of Liutang Hanwo, and several children broke her waist.
But the spirit and standard are there, and spring is still long. Liu Tang and Han Cong broke the green strips in willow songs and moved to Jindian to plant blue clouds.
Shang Yang's maid-in-waiting made a noise and then came back to dance with her waist. At the end of Liu, Tang and Han dynasties, the snow was all poured, the shadows were hazy, the warm wind was late, and the early warbler returned.
If you leave spring with thin leaves, you must tie the long strips to shine. Pengze is still depressed, and the Sui embankment is ownerless and reluctant.
In the world, people hate this, but pedestrians give it away. Hanwo, who was in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, couldn't resist the rain and dragged the wind, and his whole body was powerless to hang down to people.
Jade fiber is folded, like the hand of Guanyin. He Biyu in the Tang Dynasty in Liu Yong was dressed as a tree and hung with ten thousand green silk tapestries.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. Liu Tang, Li Jiao, Liu Yang, dense, golden embankment evergreen.
Flowers are like snow in front of the courtyard, and leaves are like clouds between the buildings. The column is divided into Dragon Shadow and Fangchi writes Phoenix.
How to play the flute? It's like thinking about you. In the Tang Dynasty, Li Shangyin lived in a small and graceful garden, which was graceful to the east of Quchi.
The fairy clothes are full of wind when she hangs down to the ground. Seven sages are better at bamboo, and three products are pine.
Heartbroken spirit and temple, the first royal jade seat is empty. By the time of Liu Tang, the snow in Jiangnan and Jiangbei described by Li Shangyin began to disappear.
Ba 'an has climbed the guest's hand, and Chu Palace has danced first. Qingming brings rain to the official road, and the night wind blows the wild bridge.
If the thread is like silk, it is hatred, and Wang Sungui has a long way to go. During the Liu Tang period, Li Shangyin danced with Dongfeng and swam in the Spring Garden.
How to get to the late autumn season, it's already sunset, and Qiu Chan laments a scene. Liu Tang Jong Li turned away from the pavilion, and spring was full of hands.
Flowers are not gorgeous, but soft and affectionate. The moon clips the river, and the wind shakes the wild warbler.
Suidi March dusk, flying catkins want to vertical and horizontal. A cluster of blue smoke locks the Luoyinyu Building in Liutang, with half-hanging columns and half-hanging ditches.
There will be more new articles next year, and the spring breeze has not stopped. Liu You is a gift given by you in ancient times, and has been reborn many times.
Five plants lean on the deep Ming house, and thousands of trees hang low in Taiwei camp. There is smoke and jade in the water, and the sound of warblers leaves rain.
Emperor Yangdi's bank was reluctant to leave, which made the song at that time blow. During the Liu Tang period, Pei Shuo brushed the dangerous building high and the dust low, and Baqiao climbed a product.
Thought is a heartless tree. You don't know how to welcome people but give them away. Wu Rong, a poet in Liu Tang, is a land of singing, and does not teach flowers as a medium.
Fine response and rain break, light only love wind shear. It's good to brush the brocade barrier, but don't build a bronze sparrow terrace.
There are thousands of trees in Baling, and they don't leave at dusk. Liu Huan's lonely gold bars are slightly coquettish, and they report to the Spring Festival first every year.
Unlock the cage and fly to extend the scenery instead of chasing flowers in the evening. Birds make cicadas look disappointed, and smoke dances and shakes water.
After five famous Taoists, I saw that the glory of species is rare. In the Tang Dynasty, Feng Xue, a delicate plant, was frightened by the wind and injured itself, and her thoughts were melodious at dusk.
I once wandered with Zimo, and dared to caress Zhu Lan to argue with her. Flying, flapping like ice and snow.
Mo Ling's road climbs frequently, and gradually plans to hang curtains to the painting hall. Ting Liu Tang Yao is a willow branch, when the porch is mixed, it hangs.
Yin is always * * * dense, and each article is appropriate. Because attachment seems to be permanent, knotting will be more painful.
Love this beautiful spring, the autumn wind does not blow.
5. Modern tree poem 1, to the oak tree Author: Shu Ting If I love you, I will never show off on your tall branches like climbing Campbell flowers. If I love you, I will never learn from spoony birds and repeat monotonous songs for the shade. It is not only like a cool and comfortable spring all the year round, but also like a dangerous peak that increases your height and sets off your dignity, even sunshine and even spring rain. No, these are not enough! I must be a kapok beside you, standing with you in the image of a tree, grasping the leaves underground and touching each other in the clouds. Every time a gust of wind passes, we greet each other, but no one understands us. You have your copper branches and iron trunk knives. Like a sword, like a halberd, I have my red flower, like a heavy sigh, like a heroic torch. We share the cold wave, the wind and thunder, and the thunderbolt. We are enjoying the mist, flowing haze and rainbow, which seem to be separated forever, but they are dependent on each other. This is great love. It is here-I love not only your stalwart body, but also the position you insist on and the land under your feet. 2. Author: Do you know the way? This thousand-year-old tree is rooted in cracks in limestone. It is called Pteroceltis tatarinowii. It is the raw material for making rice paper. How many articles should I hide in the text? Magnificent rivers and mountains We sat under a tree and drank tea with a Muyu stone tea set. The stone was collected from this mountain. Tea is called Lingyanqing, and the water produced by the tea garden not far away is closer. Look north along the bare roots of this sandalwood tree. When the spring was seven steps away from making tea, the jujube branches were lit by the woodcutter. Look again, I am a tea pourer in Bree, so diligent and authentic. This late autumn afternoon, the wind is so clear and the sky is so blue. A civet is lying among chrysanthemums. Don't rush on the road. Please drink more. After this village, there is no such shop. Plant an oak tree on the top of the mountain instead of a pine tree. Author: Plant an oak tree on the top of the mountain and let lonely birds watch it fly. I used to think that on a good night with the moon, I could go there alone to see the lights at the foot of the mountain. I leaned against the oak tree and said nothing. The top of the mountain was silent. If there is an oak tree without me, every leaf will be fine. 4. To Night Tree Author: Liao Yongyuan Thank you. The trees at night are holding hands in the dark. Then where are you going in peace? Forever comfort, darkness in the dark, flowers and insects are flying around me with blue ink, but I am always beautiful without this body, caressing the new moon, you love each other but are unprepared, dancing and forgetting the things in the world, and ten thousand summers overflow. 5. Tree Author: Zhou Mengdie, when light and shadow turn into fruits, you will suddenly think of yesterday. At that time, your face was more beautiful than Yuanye, and the woodpeckers didn't come. Or what drove you to break through this class? Cold and hard. Do you hear the cries circulating in your veins? "Let me be a leaf! Let the frost dye red and the running water flow gently … "So when I wake up, it will be green! On a snowy night, you will hear the sound of cold bluebirds flapping their wings. 6. A flowering tree Author: How did Xi Murong let you meet me at my most beautiful moment? To this end, I lingered in front of the Buddha for 500 years, begging it to make us become a dusty Buddha, so I turned into a tree and grew in the sun along the road you had to take, which was my hope in my previous life. Please listen carefully when you approach. The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting, and you finally walk behind you in desperation.