Poetry movement light year

1, winter pond

—— Ai Qing

Ponds in winter,

As lonely as an old man's heart—

A painstaking effort that has experienced the world;

Ponds in winter,

As dry as an old man's eyes—

Worn by hard work;

Ponds in winter,

As barren as an old man's hair—

Hair is as thin and gray as frost grass.

Ponds in winter,

As gloomy as a sad old man—

An old man hunched his back under a gloomy sky.

2. Handcart

—— Ai Qing

In the area where the Yellow River flows.

At the bottom of countless dry rivers

trolley

With a wheel

Make a harsh sound and shake the gloomy sky.

Bud overcame cold and silence.

From the foot of the mountain

To the foot of the mountain

Full of noise

The sorrow of the people in the northland

On a cold day

Between poor villages and small villages

trolley

With independent wheels

Deep rutting on the gray loess layer

Across the vast desert

From this road

Which way?

Weave with each other

The sorrow of the people in the northland

3. Fish fossils

—— Ai Qing

How vivid the action is,

How energetic,

Jumping in the waves,

Floating on the sea;

Unfortunately, there was a volcanic eruption.

Could be an earthquake,

You lost your freedom,

Cut into dust;

Hundreds of millions of years later,

Geological exploration team,

Found you in the rocks,

Still lifelike.

But you were silent,

Not even a sigh,

Scales and fins are intact,

But can't move;

You're absolutely still,

No response to the outside world,

Can't see the sky and water,

I can't hear the waves.

Staring at a fossil,

Even fools learn a lesson:

Without exercise,

There is no life.

To live is to fight,

March forward in the struggle,

Even in death,

Energy should also be used cleanly.

4. tiger-spotted shellfish

—— Ai Qing

Beautiful tiger spot

Shine on you

What makes you so elegant?

What makes you shine?

More exquisite than the best porcelain.

Harder than a white gem.

An oval shape as smooth as a goose egg.

I can't find a scar the size of a needle tip

How many years at the bottom of despair

Rolling in the boundless waves.

A suit of jade armor _

Protect the most vulnerable life.

If the occasional waves hadn't swept me to the beach.

I never expected to see such beautiful sunshine.

5. Bridge

—— Ai Qing

When land and land are separated by water,

When roads and roads are cut off by water,

Intelligent human beings stand by and watch the water;

So the bridge came into being.

Humans who have suffered from trekking,

Thanks to this bridge.

Bridge is the connection between land and land;

Bridge is the love of river and road;

The bridge is a post station for ships and vehicles to nod;

This bridge is where people wave goodbye to pedestrians by boat.

6. Trees

—— Ai Qing

A tree, a tree

Stand apart from each other

Wind and air

Tell them the distance

But under the cover of soil,

Their roots are growing.

In the unseen depths

They twisted the roots together.

Poet: forefinger

1, believe in the future

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. Love life

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.

Step 3 be angry

My anger is no longer a torrent of tears,

This is not pent-up anger,

And I don't expect anyone to avenge me,

Although there have been such moments.

My anger is no longer resentment,

Not endless reasoning,

Not to mention yelling,

Although there have been such moments.

Although my face is still childish,

Although I am not a strong man yet,

But in my immature heart,

Anger turned into terrible silence.

4. Fate

A good reputation is a banknote that can never be changed.

A bad reputation is a shackle that can never be earned;

If so,

I am willing to wander in the monotonous ocean all my life.

Where can I find a strong sampan?

I was just wandering in the street,

I just want to knock on my friend's door,

You can get a little charity

My life is a dead leaf,

My future is a highland barley that can't draw the edge;

If this is fate,

I would like to sing for wild thorns.

Even though thorns pierce my heart,

Plasma burns like fire,

Struggling to climb into the noisy river,

When people die, the spirit will never be silent!

5, mad dog

-For people who talk about human rights.

After being teased mercilessly enough,

I no longer think of myself as a person,

It's like I turned into a mad dog,

Wandering aimlessly in the world.

I'm not a mad dog,

You don't have to take risks for hunger and cold.

I hope to be a mad dog for this,

Experience the hardships of survival more deeply.

I am not as good as a mad dog!

The dog is in a hurry, it can jump out of the courtyard wall,

And I can only bear it silently,

I am more miserable than a mad dog.

If I really become a mad dog

You can break free from this ruthless chain,

Then I won't hesitate,

Give up the so-called sacred human rights.

Poet: Xi Murong

1, a flowering tree

How to let you meet me

In my most beautiful moment

for this reason

I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.

Pray for Buddha to let us have a dusty relationship.

Buddha made me a tree.

Follow the path you may take.

Under?the?sun

Carefully full of flowers.

Every flower carries my previous hopes.

When you get close,

Listen carefully

Trembling leaves

This is the passion I am waiting for.

When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.

On the ground behind you

My friend,

Not falling petals

But my withered heart.

2. Qilixiang

The stream is eager to flow to the ocean.

The tide is eager to return to land.

In front of the hedge with green trees and white flowers

I waved goodbye so easily.

After 20 years of changes,

Our souls come back every night.

When the breeze blows.

It became a garden full of fragrance.

3. Mountain road

I seem to have promised you

want to be with you

Walk up that beautiful mountain road

You said the hillside was full of new tea.

There are also good acacia trees.

I seem to have promised you

On a distant spring afternoon

Tonight under the lamp

Comb my first white hair

I suddenly remembered something I couldn't remember.

Keep your promise.

Unexplained sadness

On that mountain road

Are you a teenager?

Still waiting for me?

Still looking around eagerly

Step 4 confiscate

Please sing a song for me.

In that forgotten ancient language

Please call gently with a beautiful vibrato.

Great rivers and mountains in my heart

That is a sight that only exists outside the Great Wall.

Who said the tone of Saiqu was too sad?

If you don't want to hear it,

That's because ... ...

There is no desire for you in the song.

We always have to sing and sing.

Like a grassland shining with golden light thousands of miles away

It's like sand whistling through the desert.

Like the Yinshan Mountain on the bank of the Yellow River.

Heroes ride strong.

Go home with honor.

Step 5 choose

If I have an afterlife,

Just to get together with you once.

Just for the moment after billions of light years.

All the sweetness and sadness are in a flash.

Then let it happen.

Everything appears in an instant.

I bowed and thanked all the planets for their help.

Let me meet you.

Separate from you

Completed a poem written by God.

And then grow old.

First met

Beautiful dreams and beautiful poems are the same.

Both, but not desirable.

It often appears at the most unexpected moment.

I like that dream.

In the dream, everything can start all over again.

Everything can be explained slowly.

I can even feel all the wasted time in my heart.

The ecstasy and gratitude when you can come back.

My heart is full of happiness.

Just because you're right in front of me

Smile at me like you did then.

I really like that dream.

Know that you have traveled thousands of miles for me.

But I think the grass is delicious and the color is bright.

It seems that you and I just met.

6. Chun Qing

All endings have been written.

All the tears have also flowed out.

I suddenly forgot what kind of beginning this was.

On that ancient summer day that is gone forever.

No matter how hard I pursue it,

Young you are just passing by.

And your smile is extremely shallow.

Gradually disappeared into the mist after sunset.

Then open the yellow title page.

Fate has bound it badly.

I watched it again and again, and tears filled my eyes.

But I have to admit.

Youth is a book that is too hasty.

7. Trust others

I believe that the essence of love is like

The simplicity and gentleness of life

I believe that all

Reflection and fit of light and shadow

I believe the trees are full of flowers.

Only from a seed in the ice and snow.

I believe in 300 poems.

What is repeated is just that

What you can't say when you are young.

That word

I believe in all God's arrangements.

I also believe that if you are willing to work with me

Go back together

In that distant and humble source

We will finally understand each other.

8. Frontier

If people can be reincarnated, if there is reincarnation in the world.

So my love, what was our past life like?

If you used to be a woman picking lotus in Jiangnan,

I must be the one you missed under your wrist.

If you have ever been an urchin who plays truant.

I must be a brand-new marble that fell out of your bag.

In the grass by the roadside

Watching you leave unconsciously.

If you were once a monk with a side wall

I must be the incense in front of the temple.

Burning has been silent with you for a while.

Therefore, when we meet in this life, we always feel a little unfinished.

But it's too vague to distinguish it carefully.

I can't tell you one by one.

9. Love you

What is rippling in my heart is a cloud.

Go on and say whether you love me or not.

You can choose those difficult words.

Arrange them over and over again.

Go ahead, my friend.

I will understand how you feel.

It's good to change, happy or indifferent.

You can try complex masks.

Take some detours

Do it, my friend.

I will understand how you feel.

Although the world has changed

Although the ideas in Friends are unpredictable.

I only know friends.

You are my first and last love.

In the distant starry sky, I am yours.

I am yours.

Forever vagrants spend their wandering lives.

Quietly guarding

Your tenderness and your happiness

But friends

Drifting in the corridor of stars

I miss you, but I can't pass it on.

Wanderer's mood

Do you understand, my friend?

Love you forever

Xu zhimo

1, residual poem

Who do you blame?

Who do you blame?

Isn't it thundering in the blue sky?

Close:

Lock;

Dust on the tiles until tomorrow!

Don't look at the smooth white stone steps.

Wait till tomorrow,

Alas, grass grows in cracks,

The blue on the slate is full of berries!

There are fish in the sapphire jar under the porch. It's really phoenix tail.

But who else will change water,

Who rakes the grass and feeds it!

Three or five days ago, you must roll your eyes.

Don't float to death, let the ice decompose!

The most pitiful are those Ying Ge people with red mouths and green hair.

Let the queen teach you well,

Will sing to the flute,

Pampered, fed late,

Just swearing,

Now, you're in charge!

There is only an empty yard waiting for you to answer! ……

2, change and unchanged

The leaves on the tree say:

"It's changed again,

You see,

Some are heartbroken, some are a pot of coke! "

"Yes,"

The answer is my own heart:

Also withered and withered in the cold west wind.

At this time, the contiguous stars climbed to the top of the tree;

"Look here,"

They seem to be saying:

"Has it changed?"

"Look here,"

Invisibly launched another sound.

"Isn't it as distinct?"

-My soul interrupted it.

3. Deep alleys at night

Woke up from sleep by it again,

Midnight pipa

Whose sorrow is this,

Whose finger is this,

Like a sad wind,

Like a tragic rain,

Like a falling flower,

Late at night,

When I fell asleep here,

Pluck the strings,

Blowing the horn of the court merchant,

In the middle of the night, on the deserted street,

There is a broken moon hanging on the willow tip.

Ah, it's losing money in half a month,

Like his broken hope,

He is wearing a flowered hat.

Wearing chains,

Jumping wildly on the road of time,

Laughing wildly,

It's over, he said. Blow up your lamp,

She waited on the other side of the grave,

Waiting for your kiss,

Waiting for your kiss,

Waiting for you to kiss!

Step 4 bid farewell to Cambridge

I left quietly,

When I came softly;

I waved gently,

Say goodbye to the western clouds.

Golden willow by the river,

Is the bride in the sunset;

Shadows in the waves,

Ripple in my heart.

Green grass on the soft mud,

Oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;

In the soft waves of Cambridge,

I would like to be an aquatic plant!

A pool in the shade of elm trees,

Not a clear spring,

It is the rainbow in the sky that is crushed in floating seaweed.

Precipitate a rainbow-like dream.

Looking for dreams? Take a wormwood,

Back to the greener grass,

Full of stars,

Play songs in a starry place.

But I can't play songs,

Quiet is a farewell flute;

Summer insects are also silent for me,

Silence is Cambridge tonight!

I left quietly,

Just as I came quietly;

I waved my sleeve,

Don't take away a cloud.

5. oriole

A touch of rosy clouds flew up the tree.

"Look, an oriole!"

Some people say. Tail up,

It's silent,

The brilliant light is dense.

-Like spring,

Flame, like enthusiasm.

Waiting for it to sing,

We looked at it quietly for fear of surprising it.

But once it spreads its wings,

Break through the dense and become colorful clouds;

It flew up and disappeared,

no

-Like spring, like flame, like enthusiasm.

I don't know the wind

-I don't know about the wind

Which direction does it blow?

-I'm dreaming,

In the light waves of dreams.

I don't know the wind

Which direction does it blow?

-I'm dreaming,

Her tenderness, my intoxication.

6. I don't know the wind

Which direction does it blow?

-I'm dreaming,

Sweetness is the brilliance of dreams.

I don't know the wind

Which direction does it blow?

-I'm dreaming,

Her ingratitude, my sadness.

I don't know the wind

Which direction does it blow?

-I'm dreaming,

Heartbroken in the sadness of dreams!

I don't know the wind

Which direction does it blow?

-I'm dreaming,

Dimness is the glory of dreams!