Maybe my thin body is like climbing kudzu vine,
Unable to grasp the future of one's own destiny,
Then please listen to my voice in the biting wind and rain,
Still whispering repeatedly: love life.
Maybe after the fierce struggle in life,
I died more peacefully than the lake.
Then please go to the cemetery to find my inscription,
It also says: Love life.
I made up my mind to use pain as a weight,
I have confidence: make Libra with my life.
I want to measure the value of a person's life,
I hope future generations will follow my example: love life.
Indeed, I cherish what belongs to me.
That winding path,
Through this winding path,
I just realized that life is so hard.
I came barefoot like a waif,
I deeply felt the hardness of the hard rocks on the road.
Plus the brambles in the way.
Let me leave blood behind every step.
I walk barefoot like a beggar,
Knowing the hunger and cold in the snow in winter,
As hot as the poisonous sun in summer,
This makes me cherish every trace of warmth a hundred times.
But I have the personality to challenge the old forces,
Although I have experienced setbacks, I will never take it lightly.
I can live tenaciously until now,
That is: believe in the future and love life.
I prefer the following song:
Believe in the future-forefinger 1968 Beijing
When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove.
When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty
I still stubbornly smooth away the ashes of disappointment.
Write with beautiful snowflakes: believe in the future.
When my purple grapes turn into dew in late autumn
When my flowers snuggle up to other people's feelings
I still stubbornly use frosted vines.
Write on the desolate land: believe in the future.
I want to use my fingers to stir the waves that rush to the horizon.
I want to hold the sun in my hand.
The warm and beautiful pen flickers with the dawn.
Write with a child's pen: believe in the future.
I believe in the future.
Yes, I believe that people's eyes in the future
She brushed away the eyelashes of history.
She has a student who can read through the years.
No matter what people think of our rotting bodies.
Those lost blues, the pain of failure.
It was tears of emotion and deep sympathy.
Or give a contemptuous smile and bitter ridicule?
I firmly believe that people are interested in our spine.
Countless explorations, lost ways, failures and successes.
I will definitely give a warm, objective and fair evaluation.
Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their comments.
Friends, believe in the future.
Believe in indomitable efforts
Young people who believe in overcoming death.
Believe in the future and love life.
2. Du Fu's poem Love Life is 1. Never starve to death, Confucianism is often mistaken. Give Wei Zuocheng Twenty-two Rhymes
2, reading thousands of books, writing like a god. Give Wei Zuocheng Twenty-two Rhymes
3, to the monarch Yao Shun, and then make the customs chun. Give Wei Zuocheng Twenty-two Rhymes
4, fresh in Kaifu, Junyibao joined the army. Li Bai's Memories in Spring
On the border, people's blood flows like the sea, but Emperor Wu's heart is still beating for the war. Military vehicle shop
Who can get married and live in a neighbor's house, while we bury our children underground! Military vehicle shop
7, Zhumen wine stinks, and the road has frozen bones. "From Beijing to Fengxian, chanting 500 words"
8. Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness. What spring looks like.
After three months of war, a piece of news from hometown is worth a ton of gold. What spring looks like.
10, it is a good scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and you will meet your husband when the flowers fall. Meet Li Guinian at the lower reaches of the river.
1 1, I've heard of Dongting Lake, and now I've finally climbed to this tower. The vast lake tore Wu Chu apart, as if the sun, moon and stars were floating in the water. Climbing Yueyang Tower
12, Juanjuan plays a butterfly on an idle curtain, and pieces of light seagulls pass under it. Rowing after the Cold Food Festival
Leaves fall like a waterfall, while I watch the long river roll forward. Climb the balcony
14, Stark sounded the fifth watch, challenged the drum and the horn, and the stars and Tianhe pulsated over the three mountains. Night at the pavilion
15, she walked out of the Purple Palace into the desert, and now she has become a green grave in the yellow dusk. Five poems about historical sites
16, her face! Can you imagine the spring wind? , huan pei empty to moonlit soul. Five poems about historical sites
17, Cong Ju is crying another day, and the lonely boat is the heart of hometown. Eight Poems of Qiu Xing
18, the stars leaned down from the open space, and the moon came running towards the river. Express one's feelings at night
19, be loyal to your art, you don't know your age, let wealth and reputation drift like a cloud. Dan Qing presented it to General Cao Ba.
20, two orioles singing green willows, a line of egrets on the sky. Four quatrains (the third)
2 1, it's getting late, the spring breeze is beautiful, the flowers are fragrant. Two quatrains (Part I)
22, Song Xin hate thousands of feet, evil bamboo should be cut. On the way to Chengdu Caotang, I will first send five poems to Gong Zheng (the fourth poem).
23. On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine. The banks of the Yellow River were recovered by the imperial army.
24. The name of the second grass is destroyed, and the rivers are abandoned forever. The script is six quatrains.
25. The lingering butterfly dances from time to time, and the charming Yingying is just crying. Seven quatrains on finding flowers in one step by the river (6)
26. There are thousands of buildings in Ande, which greatly protect the poor people in the world and make them face the spring breeze. The autumn wind broke the hut.
27, drizzle fish out, breeze swallows oblique. "Two Poems with Warm Hearts on the Waterfront (Part One)"
28, sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night.
29. Come to Liang by yourself and have a blind date with the seagulls in the water. Jiangcun village
30. The steps are dotted with green grass in spring, and birds are chirping happily under the leaves. Shu Xiang
3 1, a poet should be careful to prosper, but the devil can trouble a wanderer. To Li Bai at the end of the sky.
Our capital is full of nosy people, but you are lonely, helpless and poor. Li Bai's two dreams
33. The clouds that float across the sky all day may be like a wanderer and never come back. Li Bai's two dreams
34, Wan Li to levy, bonfire was mound. Say goodbye to the old
35. But before he conquered, he died. Since then, heroes have been crying on their coats. Shu Xiang
36. It is as bright as an archer shooting down nine suns in the sky, and as fast as an angel in front of a dragon's wings. Mrs. Sun's female disciple danced the dagger song.
37, alas! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone! The autumn wind broke the hut.
38. When I left, you were unmarried, but now these boys and girls come to Kunming in rows to compensate for the spring weaving. Give Chu Shi eight guards.
3. Beautiful sentences about life. Beautiful sentences about life
Life is always like this, and there are many disappointments. I know the road of life can't be smooth sailing. This has become a problem for many people, making them depressed and pessimistic, as if they had lost confidence and hope in everything.
2, life is a glass of wine, intoxicating; Life is a kind of desire, which is desirable. The fragrance of flowers is rich, so you should feel it with your nose. Life is beautiful, you should feel it with your heart.
I often hear people complain about life and this society. It is said that there are fewer and fewer beautiful things and life is getting more and more boring. I want to live with the idea of "being a monk for one day and bumping into a bell for another" every day. Of course, I will get bored and lose my enthusiasm for life. For example, in the Yushu earthquake in the first half of the year, rescuers from all over the country rushed to the scene for rescue. Some people even dig the ruins with their bare hands to rescue the wounded in extreme weather conditions. We are moved by this persistence. I think this is beauty, the highest beauty.
I am willing to face every difficulty in my life with a smile, because after that, there is still the joy of success waiting for me. Why do people live? I have the answer. I live for happiness after suffering and for success.
5, smile, not discouraged, not proud. You will find how beautiful the world is. Let's keep it in mind together. Let's fight for a better tinnitus day, a better future and a better life!
6. In life, there are joys and sorrows, laughter and tears. We should live a colorful and happy life, which is our responsibility and our instinct.
7. The children's laughter is lovely; The smile of "expectant mother" is happy; The smile of people in their sixties is peaceful. Cute, happy and peaceful, they are intertwined, which is happiness. We are lucky to live in the same land; We respect each other, love each other and support each other, which is happy; It is our honor to live and die together and defend the dignity of the motherland. Life is so beautiful, so happy.
8. Life is really hard to explain. It will always be an unbreakable mystery. Young people like to live as they please, so they always break the rules; Old people like to live step by step, so there are always things they don't like; Men feel the outline of life, so they are always careless; Women feel the details of life, so they are always meticulous.
9. Standing at the crossroads of life, we may hesitate and hesitate. The factors that affect our determination are often neither too complicated nor our poor judgment, but our unwillingness to give up our choice and want both fish and bear's paw. At this time, you must understand that if you don't give up, you won't get it. What you gave up today may be repaid to you twice tomorrow.
4. The poem about loving life is longer. When the seeds of spring break through the ground and the fruits of autumn are red through the branches, I abandon my lazy hands and turn the salty taste of sweat into beautiful language. I love life. When the sun goes down in the morning and the moon disappears at dawn in the evening, I thank the gift of time and turn the vitality of youth into beautiful language. I love life, even if I rot my body, along with those happiness, those joys and those smiles, all the sadness and all the tears are on my belief that I am alive. I believe in my shoulder. I firmly believe that countless bumps, setbacks, failures, countless explorations, struggles and successes in my mind are all fair appraisals of time. I will paint my life with my heart, create my life with my hands, sing my life with my eyes, light my life with my friends, love my youth, love my efforts, love my life and love my future.
5. Poetry yearning for a better life 1. Chai Lu by Wang Wei
No one can be seen in the silent valley, only the voice is heard. The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant.
2. Wu Xinyi by Wang Wei
The branches of the topmost hibiscus flowers are full of scarlet calyx in the mountains. There is no one in the stream, and it has begun to fall.
3. Wang Wei's Bird Watching Creek
People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
4. Wang Wei's "Autumn in the Mountain"
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
5. Wang Wei's "Farmers by the Wei River"
In the countryside where the sun is setting, cattle and sheep go home along the path. A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy. There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves. Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially. No wonder I long for a simple life, and the disappointed songs are fading.
6. Wang Jian's Tian Guxing
Farmers in the countryside are jubilant, happy, satisfied and empty, and even the tone of their words is different from usual. In summer, the wheat grains are rolling and the summer grain is bumper. There is also a good harvest of cocoons in summer, and the noise of cars under the eaves is endless, and the cocoons of wild silkworms are not collected, so they can only die. There was a scene of bumper harvest, but the villagers could not enjoy the fruits of their labor, but had to pay most of the grain and silk taxes. In the harvest year, they don't expect to spread grain and weave silk by themselves, but only hope to save the cattle in the city and hand them over to the government. Tian Jia has no food and clothing, and he will be happy if he doesn't see the county gate!
7. Zhang Ji's wild old songs
The old farmer lives in the mountains and cultivates three or four acres of mountain fields. Miao and Shu taxes can't be eaten, and the official warehouse is turned into soil. At the end of the year, hoe the plow and close the empty room, shouting to climb the mountain and collect acorns. The Xijiang River is full of pearls and pearls, and the dogs in the boat grow meat.
8. Nie Yi's "The Wounded Family"
Sell new silk in February and cut new grain in May. Cured the sore in front of me, but dug out my heart. I hope the king's heart will turn into a bright candle. Not according to the banquet at the front, but according to the escape room.
9. Wei's "Guan Tian Jia"
A light rain brought new flowers, and a thunder began to wake up. Tian Jia was idle for a few days, and farming began. Ding Zhuang is in the wild and the nursery is in charge. When I return to the scene, I often drink the water from Xixi. Hunger is not self-suffering, but joy. There is nothing in the warehouse for the night, and the corvee hasn't arrived yet. Being ashamed of not practicing, I ate it.
10. Wang Wei's "Farmhouse on the Wei River"
In the countryside where the sun is setting, cattle and sheep go home along the path. A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy. Looking for wheat seedlings to embroider, the silkworm fell asleep and the mulberry leaves were peeled. Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially. No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .
1 1. Wang Wei's Pastoral in Spring
Spring pigeons are singing in the room, and apricot trees are narrating. Hold the axe to cut down the poplar, and the lotus hoe the spring pulse. Yan knows his lair, so he looks at the new calendar. If you are in a hurry, you will not be royal, and if you are far away, you will travel far.
12. Meng Haoran's Passing Old People's Village
This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.
13. Home is tied to Wei
An abandoned city wall is above an old ferry, and the autumn sunset drowns the peaks. In a distant place, next to Songshan Mountain, I will close my door and get peace.
14. "Brother Cui Puyang is in front of the mountain" Wang Wei.
Good autumn, KuangJun idle pool. I know the mountain in front of the door under the leisurely Xilin. Across thousands of miles of the sky, several peaks emerged from the clouds.
15. Qingxi Wang Wei
I have sailed on the river of yellow flowers and been carried by the green stream. Ten thousand laps around the mountain in less than thirty miles.
The rapids buzzed on the piled rocks, but the light dimmed among the dense pine trees. The surface of an entrance swayed with nut horns, and weeds grew along the river bank.
In my heart, I have always been as pure as this clear water. Oh, stay on a wide flat rock and cast the fishing line forever! .