A classic Shu Ting love quote will help you understand love. The following is what I have carefully compiled for you, I hope you like it.

1*** Who wrote these three words on the beach with tears in his eyes? Who with tender hope used shells to inlay a line of colorful inscriptions? In the end, there must be a girl who put down a bouquet of daisies and tied it with a red handkerchief. As a result, everyone who walked by was stained with nameless lovesickness - Shu Ting's "I Love You"

2*** My sadness, Because of your shining, a faint halo of light rises. --Shu Ting's "Singing Iris"

3*** Farewell, good friend, without any gesture, farewell to you, mature and plump, falling from the branches of the day, I disappear in the blink of an eye, before the sound of hooves in the night, farewell, good friend. When we meet again, your eyes will be like this and my hairstyle will be like this. I hope you like me - Shu Ting's "Untitled ***II***"

4*** Love - not only love your stalwart body, but also Love the position you insist on, the land you step on. --Shu Ting "To the Oak"

5*** I am your dilapidated old waterwheel by the river that has been spinning tired songs for hundreds of years; I am the blackened miner's lamp on your forehead, illuminating You are groping slowly in the tunnel of history; I am the shriveled rice ears; I am the roadbed in disrepair; I am the barge on the silt that pulls the rope deeply into your shoulders. --Shu Ting "Motherland, My Dear Motherland"

6*** "Fairy Tale Poet" Shu Ting, if you believe the fairy tale you wrote, you will become the blue flower in the fairy tale. Your eyes have omitted it. Diseased trees, decaying walls and rusty iron fences only rely on a simple signal to gather stars, milkvetch and grasshoppers and set off for the unpolluted distance. The heart may be small, but the world is very big. So, People believe you. They believe that there are thousands of little suns hanging in Tasong after the rain. Mulberry trees are hanging on the river. Clouds are wrapped around the river. Countless shaken memories shake off the dust of the years with a voice like pure silver. Dialogue with your dreams The world may be very small, but the realm of caution is very large - Shu Ting's "Fairy Tale Poet"

7*** No matter how you pretend to roar, no matter how false you are, no matter how big You take away everything in the past, everything in the past. In this world there is the pain of sinking and the joy of awakening. --Shu Ting "The Sea"

8*** Not all big trees are broken by the storm; not all seeds cannot find the soil to take root; not all true feelings are lost in the desert of the human heart; not everything Dreams are willing to have their wings broken off. No, not everything is like what you said! Not all flames only burn themselves and do not illuminate others; not all stars only point to the dark night but not report the dawn; not all songs pass by the ears but do not stay in the heart. . No, not everything is like what you said! Not all appeals are unresponsive; not all losses cannot be compensated; not all abyss are destruction; not all destruction is covered on the heads of the weak; not all hearts can step on Underfoot, rotten in the mud; not all consequences are tears and blood marks, without showing a happy face. Everything in the present breeds the future, and everything in the future - "This is Everything" by Shu Ting

9*** If I want to cry, I will cry. They taught me to smile; if I want to laugh, I will laugh. They taught me to still cry. They were right and so was I. --Shu Ting "Twilight"

10*** Happy people become pigs, unfortunate people become humans. I am a lucky unfortunate, at least I sleep like a pig--Shu Ting

Shu Ting's Love Quotations

1*** "If I love you - I will never be like a climbing flower in the sky, showing off myself on your high branches; if I love you - I will never imitate an infatuated bird, Repeating monotonous songs for the green shade; not just like a spring, bringing you cool comfort all year round; not just like a dangerous peak, increasing your height, setting off your majesty. Even the sun, even the spring rain is not enough! I must. It is a kapok tree near you, standing with you as the image of a tree. Its roots are clenched in the ground; its leaves touch each other in the clouds. Every time the wind passes, we greet each other, but no one understands us. Words. You have your copper branches and iron trunks, like knives, swords, and halberds; I have my red flowers, like heavy sighs, and like heroic torches.

We share the cold wave, wind and thunder, and thunder; we enjoy the mist, mist, and hauni. It seems like they are separated forever, but they are still dependent on each other for life. This is great love, and steadfastness is here: love - not only love your majestic body, but also love the position you insist on, the land under your feet. " --Shu Ting "To the Oak"

2*** I said that the little daisies closed their sleepy eyes, but you said that the tuberose has opened up the layers of heart. I said This is a vibrant late spring, and you say it is an alluring and intoxicating dusk - Shu Ting's "Twilight"

3*** Whose hand suddenly withdraws among the various handkerchiefs waving to you. I covered my eyes tightly. When people dispersed, who was still standing at the stern of the boat? The clothes and skirts were flying like endless clouds. The waves of the river made a high sound and a low sound. Beautiful dreams left beautiful sadness in the world and heaven, but it was passed down from generation to generation. , Can the heart really turn into stone? Missing the moonlight on the spring river countless times for Yao He who gazes into the distance. The torrent of coneflowers and ligustrum along the river bank is inciting new betrayals. Instead of displaying on the cliff for thousands of years, it is better to cry on the shoulder of your lover for one night - -Shu Ting's "Goddess Peak"

4*** They are willing to be a star in the sky. They are willing to be a lamp on the ground. They are not afraid of appearing too small, as long as they do their best - Shu Ting's "I Hope"

5*** I believe that we all understand the same language. The mute *** of the flower clock, the unfinished poem of the meteorite, and the hints that the tapes cannot eavesdrop on - the bright red glow of the sun in the distance gives you and me. . If you must speak, I have no words to answer. -- Shu Ting's "Answer"

6*** Although the hibiscus has thick branches and large leaves, the single-petaled umbrella-shaped corolla is as delicate as silk; the double-petaled hibiscus. It hangs down heavily, weighed down by the dewdrops overnight. ①The morning glory climbing the fence broadcasts the message of the small grass and flowers. The jackfruit tucks the plump fruits in its armpits, like hedgehogs clinging to the huge tree trunk. Go up. --Shu Ting's "Snapshot of Gulangyu Island"

7*** There should be many stops in a person's life. I hope that every stop has a light in the fog, even if no one blocks it with their shoulders. The whistling wind tucked my white scarf with frozen fingers. I hope the lights stay on like tonight. Even if ice and snow block every road, there are still people heading for the distance. We are destined to lose countless days and nights. I only Please leave me a quiet morning. The crumpled handkerchief is spread on the damp bench. You open the blue note. Under the mango tree, there is the sound of overnight rain. Write two lines of poetry. You just go. I remember it and wrote it by the lake. If there are no partings and reunions for your footprints and figure on the path, if you dare not bear the joy and sorrow, what is the meaning of the soul, and what is life called - "Farewell" by Shu Ting

8*** As if separated forever , but depend on each other for life--Shu Ting's "To the Oak"

9*** Being born not to talk about suffering does not mean that suffering has disappeared forever--Shu Ting's "Hui'an Women"

10* ** Not all big trees are broken by the storm; not all seeds cannot find the soil to take root; not all true feelings are lost in the desert of the human heart; not all dreams are willing to have their wings broken off. No, not everything is like what you said! Not all flames only burn themselves and do not illuminate others; not all stars only point to the dark night but not report the dawn; not all songs pass by the ears but do not stay in the heart. .

--Shu Ting

11*** Motherland! I am your brand-new ideal, just broke free from the cobweb of myth; I am the germ of the ancient lotus under your snow quilt; I am your tearful heart Laughing vortex; I am the newly painted snow-white starting line; It is the crimson dawn that is spraying; --Shu Ting's "Motherland, My Dear Motherland"

12*** The water is very cool and quiet. The chaotic traces of clouds and clouds lie in the clear and pure setting sun, and the outline of the mottled musical scales is hidden against the shadow of the dark bay. Is it the hand that can play the sound one after another? The autumn lightens and becomes dense as the heart desires, and the sky and water do their own thing. That night of insomnia, tossing and turning, I couldn't escape your long glance. Over the years, I have been tripping on this string every day. Every day, I woke up and fell asleep in front of your unclear image, until my feet touched the coolness again. The warm little south wind blows through the white butterfly. You call me gardenia. I don’t know that you once had the name of a metasequoia and a season that faded against the light. I don’t say it. I don’t have to say that I was once your kind. In an instant, the bright white secret penetrates you, and when I sigh, I suddenly wither in your hand - Shu Ting's "Methasequoia"

13*** The mist of the brig Shu Ting wetted my wings, but the wind did not allow it. No matter how much I hesitate, shore, my beloved shore just said goodbye to you yesterday. Today you are here again. Tomorrow we will meet at another latitude. It is a storm and a light that connect us together. It is another storm and another light. We are not afraid of the ends of the earth when we divide things again, but you are on my voyage day and night and I am in your sight - Shu Ting's "Brig"

14*** The dusk in April is like a lost and found period Maybe there is a date that has not gone as planned. Maybe there is a passionate love that cannot be promised. If you want to cry, just cry. Let the tears flow, flow silently - Shu Ting's "Twilight in April"

15* ** The wild fire is in the distance, and the distance is in your amber eyes. The silver ornaments of the ancient tribe bind the soft waist. Although happiness is unpredictable, the girl's dream is like a dandelion slowly falling on the sea. The waves are boundless. I don't like to talk about suffering. It’s not that suffering has disappeared forever. When the flute and pipa awaken the universal sadness in the evening light, you gently bite the corner of the scarf in your mouth and stand gracefully between the sea and the sky. People ignore: the alkali beach and the alkali beach that your bare feet have stepped on. Reef So, in the cover and illustrations, you become the scenery and the legend - Shu Ting's "True Water Has No Fragrance"

16*** If I love you, I don't want to be a climbing flower in the sky, borrowing your high branches Show off yourself. --Shu Ting

17*** I am one billionth of you and the sum of your 9.6 million square meters. You fed me who was confused and thoughtful with your scarred ***. I am so excited that I will obtain your wealth, your glory, and your freedom from my flesh and blood - the motherland, my dear motherland! -- Shu Ting's "Motherland, My Dear Motherland"

18*** To the Oak Author: Shu Ting If I love you - I will never be like the climbing flower in the sky, using your high branches to show off myself; if I love you - I will never imitate the infatuated bird repeating monotonously for the green shade. Songs are not just like springs that bring you cool comfort all year round; they are not just like dangerous peaks that increase your height and set off your majesty. Even daylight. Even spring rain. No, these are not enough! I must be a kapok tree near you, standing with you as the image of a tree. The roots are clenched underground and the leaves are touching in the clouds. We greeted each other with every gust of wind, but no one understood our words. You have your copper branches and iron trunks, like a knife, a sword, and a halberd; I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh, and like a heroic torch. We share the cold waves, wind and thunder, and thunderbolts - Shu Ting

19*** The silent smell of dew cannot be simulated or pieced together. The condensation and dripping of dew are the essence of the sun and the moon. On the lotus and among the twigs and grasses, the silence and fragrance are far away. Its secludedness, coolness, and depth are beyond the reach of the eyes, the capture of the ears, and the taste of the lips. --Shu Ting

20*** We met in another world. I believe we met in another world.

Are they a pair of birds sheltering from the wind and rain under the eaves? Are they two dandelions that survived the ruts? I remember that I am the ancient earth, holding the beaded flowers at dawn; you are the young sky that leans over me and hangs down. Eyes of infinite meaning. Once we put on the mask, we dare not recognize each other. I believe we have other names that were leaked. You are a dream, I am sleep; you are a majestic ice peak, I am a vast grassland; you are the unyielding Vladimir Road in a humiliated land, and I am a clear spring covered with green moss beside the road. When we were divided by color, we didn't trust each other. I believe we all know a language. The mute *** of the flower clock, the unfinished poem of the meteorite, the glances exchanged between the sun and the water waves, and what the tape cannot eavesdrop on - the hints given to you and me by Xiaguang's jealous distance. If I must speak, I have no words to answer. --Shu Ting

A collection of Shu Ting's love quotes

1*** I must be a kapok near you, standing with you as the image of a tree. --Shu Ting "To the Oak Tree"

2*** The roots are tightly held in the ground, and the leaves are touching in the clouds. --Shu Ting

3*** When I am so greedy that I capture the scenery in my heart one by one, do I dare to think that I myself have become the morning scenery in the eyes of others? --Shu Ting "Snapshot of Gulangyu Island"

4*** Keep a promise for the rest of your life? Endure loneliness for a dedication? Yes, life should not be squandered casually, but human hearts have their own laws. --Shu Ting's "Laws of the Human Heart"

5*** Can your own story be really forgotten if it is stuck in a photo album and the photo album is covered in dust and forgotten? The first love dream inscribed on the title page of youth--Shu Ting's " Old Friend Assi"

6*** A colorful wall chart that lacks lines, a pure but unsolvable algebra question, a one-stringed harp, plucked rosary beads on the eaves, a pair of The oars and oars cannot reach the other shore. Waiting silently like a bud, watching from a distance like the sunset. There may be a huge ocean hidden inside, but when they come out, they are just two teardrops. Oh, in the vista of the heart, in the depths of the soul. --Shu Ting's "Missing"

7*** If I love you, I will never be like a climbing flower in the sky, using your high branches to show off myself: If I love you, I will never imitate an infatuated bird, for The green shade repeats a monotonous song; it is not just like a spring, bringing cool comfort all year round; nor is it like a dangerous peak, increasing your height and setting off your majesty. Even daylight. Even spring rain. No, these are not enough! I must be a kapok tree near you, standing with you as the image of a tree. The roots are clenched in the ground, and the leaves are touching in the clouds. Every time the wind passed by, we greeted each other, but no one understood our words. You have your copper branches and iron trunks, like knives, swords, and halberds. I have my red flowers, like heavy sighs, and like heroic torches. We share the cold waves, wind and thunder, and thunderbolts; we *** Enjoying the mist, the mist, the haze, as if we are separated forever, but still dependent on each other for life, this is the great love - Shu Ting's "To the Oak"

8*** There is a European-style school perched high on the rocky slope. The old house is surrounded by a spacious corridor, but the roof is exposed to light from all directions. The ivy passes through the door and the reeds swagger in the window lattice. Deep in the deserted garden, the cries of wild partridges trembled through the silver branches of lemon eucalyptus, and ended with a melodious ending. Only the granite pillars that stand tall and proud have resisted the passage of time and have not given in. They still maintain their former glory. --Shu Ting "Snapshot of Gulangyu Island"

9*** If I love you - I will never be like a climbing flower in the sky, using your high branches to show off myself: If I love you - I will never learn to be infatuated The birds repeat monotonous songs for the green shade; they are more than like springs, bringing you cool comfort all year round; they are more than like dangerous peaks, increasing your height and setting off your majesty. Even daylight. Even spring rain. No, these are not enough! I must be a kapok tree near you, standing with you as the image of a tree. The roots are clenched in the ground, and the leaves are touching in the clouds. Every time the wind passed by, we greeted each other, but no one understood our words.

--Shu Ting's "To the Oak"

10*** Being born not to talk about suffering does not mean that suffering has disappeared forever. When the flute and pipa awaken the universal sadness in the evening light, you put on the corner of your turban, Gently bite it in your mouth, and when you stand so gracefully between the sea and the sky, people ignore your bare feet, the alkali beaches and rocks you have stepped on. In the cover and illustrations, you become the scenery and the legend. --Shu Ting

11*** If you are not afraid of the ends of the earth, how could you be on my voyage day and night and I be in your sight--Shu Ting

12*** We were held hostage and rushed forward, unable to call for help, but unwilling to give up the struggle. --Shu Ting

13*** Many small things in life seem insignificant, and the pain and suffering they cause are difficult for others to understand. It's like wearing a pair of high heels that pinch your feet in a very solemn occasion. Every step you take is like walking on a knife's edge. Your heart is twitching, but you still have to put a thick smile on your face. -- Shu Ting's "True Water Has No Fragrance"

14*** You have your copper branches and iron trunks, like a knife, a sword, and a halberd. I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh. , and like a heroic torch, we share the cold waves, wind and thunder, and thunder; we enjoy the mist, mist, mist, and rainbow, as if separated forever, but dependent on each other for life. This is great love, and steadfastness is here: not only love Your majestic body, I also love the position you insist on, the land under your feet. --Shu Ting

15*** Motherland! I am poor, I am sad. I am the painful hope of your ancestors for generations, the flower on the sleeves of "Flying Sky" that has not fallen to the ground for thousands of years; --Shu Ting, "Motherland, My Dear Motherland"

16*** May The wind does not roar like tonight. May the night not be as far away as tonight. May your journey not be so dangerous. May the danger not swallow up your courage. May the tree on the cliff shake my arm for me. May the stars look at you more for me. Look, may every bougainvillea be given to you. May your footsteps not be entangled by the tears of your hometown. May you not give up your tender heart in exchange for cruelty. May you not have children who cannot bear the sword of will. May you still love. May your hate be deep and devoted, may your hate not be stamped out by love at night, like the wind hiding in your body like a grave, like the cradle wind, covering your footprints like a funeral, like blowing a trumpet, my heart is broken Split into two halves, one is worried about you and the other is proud of you - Shu Ting's "Wish"

17*** She is his little conspirator. Praying for an answer, she said nothing, but when silence was needed, she laughed and dazzled. She destroys the balance, she despises concepts, she dances around him like a willful little forest monster with grotesque dance steps. She was his little schemer. What he dreamed of, she refused to give; what he never imagined, she insisted on accepting. She is attracted by tenderness but avoids showing it; she is afraid of losing it before she gets it; she is a whirlpool and creates countless whirlpools, but no one understands her magic. She was his little schemer. It doesn't come when you call it, it doesn't go away, it seems close but not close, it's hard to let go. Sometimes it's like an iceberg, sometimes it's like a sea of ??fire, it's always like a wordless song, I don't know if it's true or false when I listen, I can't tell whether it's sweet or spicy when I'm recalling it. His, his, She was his little schemer. --Shu Ting, "The Little Conspirator"

18*** As long as there is a wind in the night that changes the direction of your thoughts, as long as your French horn suddenly goes silent, asking for harmony, I will come back and say calmly to your shoulder, brother. , I am here - "Brother, I am here" by Shu Ting

19*** It is only because he is not recognized that he is particularly brave and sincere - Shu Ting, "Shu Ting's Poems"

20* ** I am a dry well surrounded by flowers and trees that cannot sing. --Shu Ting, "Oh, Mother"

21*** If I love you - I will never be like a climbing flower in the sky, using your high branches to show off myself; if I love you - I will never imitate infatuation The birds that repeat their monotonous songs for the green shade are not just like springs, bringing cool comfort all year round; they are not just like dangerous peaks, increasing your height and setting off your majesty. Even daylight. Even spring rain. No, these are not enough! I must be a kapok tree near you, standing with you as the image of a tree. The roots are clenched in the ground, and the leaves are touching in the clouds.

--Shu Ting, "To the Oak Tree"

22*** I must be a kapok tree near you. As the image of a tree, I stand with you. Roots, clasped in the ground, leaves, touching each other in the clouds. A gust of wind passed by and we all greeted each other, but no one understood our words. You have your copper branches and iron trunks, which are like knives, swords, and halberds. I have my red flowers, which are like heavy sighs and heroic torches. We share the cold wave. We enjoy the wind and thunder, the mist, the mist, the mist, the mist and the rainbow. It seems like we are separated forever, but we are still dependent on each other for life. This is the great love. Loyalty is here to love. I not only love your stalwart body, but also the position you insist on, the land under your feet - "To the Oak" by Shu Ting

23*** Rather than displaying on the cliff for a thousand years, it is better to cry on the shoulder of your lover for one night. --Shu Ting "Goddess Peak"

24*** Let me have a peaceful dream, don't leave me, we have walked on that very short street for a long, long time . --Shu Ting "Singing Irises"

25*** My sweet and deep yearning is not a torrent, not a waterfall, but a dry well hidden by flowers and trees that cannot sing. --Shu Ting

26*** I hope she has blood in her chest and hurts in her heart like me. She doesn’t want any flowers. The moon is full. She doesn’t want a flute. She wants a short flute. She wants to be poor. She should be as poor as a wisp of fragrance in the bitterness of tea. She should be proud, as proud as an orchid hanging high. A face full of autumn frost--Shu Ting's "I Hope"

27*** Because it is an emotion, it should be traceless. --Shu Ting "Autumn Mood"

28*** The road has been chosen, there are no roses, and I have never regretted it. People are prone to sleepwalking in the moonlight, longing for what they want, and knowing how to be gentle. --Shu Ting's "Mid-Autumn Night"

29*** If I love you - I will never be like the climbing flower that borrows your high branches to show off; if I love you - I will never imitate the infatuated bird Repeating monotonous songs for the green shade - "To the Oak" by Shu Ting

30*** If there is no parting and reunion, if there is no joy and sorrow, what is the meaning of the soul? What is life called - Shu Ting " Farewell"