"To the Oak Tree" is the famous work of Shu Ting, a representative poet of the Hazy School in another space, created in March 1977 and is one of the representative works of the Hazy Poetry School. The whole poem is beautiful, deep and full of power, and the poet uniquely chooses the two central images of "kapok" and "oak tree", and contains delicate and euphemistic and deep and strong feelings in a novel and vivid imagery.

The love it expresses is not only innocent and hot, but also noble and great.

The whole poem is like an old and fresh song that tugs at people's heartstrings.

The author Shu Ting uses the "confession" of the kapok tree to the oak tree to deny the secular and unequal concept of love, calls for freedom, equality and independence, and the love concept of being in the same boat through thick and thin, shouts out the slogan of equality between men and women in love, and issues a declaration of independence for women in the new era, expressing the longing and yearning for love.

The poem expresses the poet's ideal view of love with novel and magnificent imagery and appropriate metaphors.

The metaphors and peculiar combinations of imagery in the poem both represent a new form of poetry at the time and are of seminal significance. In addition, although the poem adopts novel imagery, the language of the poem is not difficult to understand and obscure, but has the characteristics of colloquialism, and the novelty carries a fresh aura and subtle hints, giving people infinite space for reverie.

As the beginning of the literature of the new era, the position of "To the Oak Tree" in the history of literature is self-evident.

If Lin Mu were to be asked to choose his top ten modern poems, "To the Oak Tree" would undoubtedly be one of the top poems.

"Hmph, to the oak tree. ”

Looking at the three words written by Lin Mu in the notebook, Song Yicheng snorted coldly, expressing great disdain, from these three words, he really couldn't see what this had to do with modern poetry and love.

Lin Mu ignored him and quietly exchanged the right to use "To the Oak Tree" in the system mall.

"Go to the toilet, you write slowly, but you have to write well, don't say that I bullied you when the time comes. Song Yicheng patted Lin Mu's shoulder and opened his mouth confidently, and went to the toilet after speaking.

Lin Mu was so angry that he laughed, opened his mouth and finally decided not to say anything, as a writer, words are far more convincing than words.

The best tool for slapping the face is your own work.

Shaking his head and taking a deep breath, Lin Mu wrote down the content of "To the Oak Tree":

If I love you—

Never like a climbing flower,

Show off by your high branches,

If I love you—

Never learn from the infatuated birds,

Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;

Nor is it more than a fountain,

Cool comfort all year round;

It's not just like a dangerous peak,

Increase your height and flatter your majesty.

……

"Yo, it's really written? I'll take a look. ”

Song Yicheng came out of the toilet and saw that Lin Mu had already written, and while buttoning the belt, he walked behind Lin Mu and began to look at it.

At first, he didn't care about it, because he really didn't think that what Lin Mu came up with with this kung fu could be worth the work he had been thinking about all day.

But then he looked down, and he froze.

This poem is really well written!

Although Song Yicheng doesn't know much about modern poetry, just looking at the previous paragraph, he knows that he has lost.

Lost in a mess!

Nima, are you really blind?

Could this really be a writer?

Do you really want to wash his underwear for a month?

Song Yicheng's face twitched slightly, but his eyes never left the book, for fear of missing every word Lin Mu wrote next.

……

Every gust of wind passes,

We all greet each other,

But no one,

Understands our words.

You have your branches of brass and iron,

like a sword, like a sword, like a halberd;

I have my red flowers,

Like a heavy sigh,

and like a torch of valor.

……

"Smack!"

When he saw this paragraph, Song Yicheng finally couldn't help screaming excitedly, and slapped his thigh hard.

Lin Mu was taken aback by him, and turned around and said, "Don't be surprised, okay?"

"Brother Mu, Master Mu, the younger brother is completely convinced now, what are you saying when you get old?" Song Yi said convincingly.

"Hmph. ”

Lin Mu snorted softly and ignored him.

"Well, can you discuss something?"

Song Yicheng rubbed his hands, pushed his elbow against Lin Mu's shoulder, and said awkwardly.

"What?

Lin Mu continued to write as he spoke.

In fact, he didn't plan to really ask Song Yicheng to wash his underwear, after all, they were two big men, if Song Yicheng really washed him and dressed him, he would definitely be in the diaphragm.

However, this guy was so awesome before, he couldn't let him go so easily.

Song Yicheng was stunned when he heard this, and said squirmished: "It's naturally good to be lazy, it's okay to go out and wash you, but you have to give me this poem." ”

Lin Mu naturally knew what kind of calculation he was making in his heart, and when he heard this, he said with a smile: "Is that a competition?"

"It's not comparable, it's not comparable, I'm convinced. ”

Song Yicheng said, picked up his notebook and "tore it" with a "tear" that he had just written, tore off the song "Slightly Acid Rainy Season", crumpled it into a ball and threw it directly into the trash.

"No, you're no better than me. ”

Lin Mu told the truth, he previously denied Song Yicheng's proposal to evaluate on Tieba and replaced it on Weibo to take this opportunity to make headlines and enhance his popularity.

Now that Song Yicheng took the initiative to admit defeat, he was still unwilling.

"Oh, boss, I'm wrong, can't I be wrong?"

Although Song Yicheng's literary attainments are not high, just by looking at Lin Mu's "To the Oak Tree", he knows that these two poems are not comparable at all.

If you insist on comparing, the end will only be your own complete defeat.

"It's too late to know it's wrong. ”

Winning or losing doesn't matter to Lin Mu at all, because he can't lose at all, what he cares about is to make headlines to increase his popularity, so that he can raise his star rating to level eleven as soon as possible, otherwise he wouldn't have agreed to the invitations of Kugou Music and Penguin Music before.

"Don't, Brother Mu, are you my own brother? Or two months? I'll wash your underwear for two months?"

Song Yicheng hurriedly said when he heard this.

Lin Mu scolded when he heard this: "Get out, are you willing to wash it or I don't want to wear it." ”

"Hehe, then you agreed?"

"Promise what?"

Lin Mu knew that he wanted to give this poem to Wang Lili, but he deliberately pretended to be stupid.

When Song Yi heard this, he rarely showed a trace of embarrassment, and said, "Ancestor, can you just show mercy and give me this song "To the Oak Tree", I want to give it to Lily." ”

"Didn't I say you, what age are you still writing poems to send to girls, are you old?"

Lin Mu opened his mouth speechlessly, and then said: "Besides, Wang Lili is not Hu Shimeng. ”

"You know what? It's called retro pursuit. ”

“…… Even if I give it to you, do you dare to send it?"

Lin Mu smiled and said to Song Yi when he heard this.

"Isn't this you?"

Song Yi admitted.

"Me?" Song Yicheng pointed to himself.

"The poems are all delivered, you can't bear not to help your brother for this little favor? You have Gu Yue, you can't bear to let your brother beat a bachelor? Even Zhang Xinyuan's guy went to the library to go on a date with Hu Shimeng, you can't bear to watch your brother be alone every day, and only the customer Lingding is getting thinner and thinner......"

Lin Mu saw that his face was almost aggrieved, and he hurriedly interrupted him: "Stop, stop, don't you believe it if I help you deliver it?"

"Then you write it quickly, and send it over as soon as you finish writing. ”

Song Yi hurriedly urged.

Lin Mu shook his head, thinking that with such a dead friend, he was afraid that his life would not stop in the next four years.

Still, it seems to be a good thing.