Guo Lusheng (pen name forefinger)
When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove,
When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty,
I still stubbornly spread the ashes of disappointment,
Write with beautiful snowflakes: believe in the future.
When my grapes turn into dew in late autumn,
When my flowers cling to other people's feelings,
I still stubbornly use frozen dead vines.
Write on the desolate land: believe in the future.
I'm going to wave the waves that rush to the horizon with my fingers,
I will support the sea of the sun with my hands,
I waved the warm and beautiful pen of Dawn,
Write with a child's pen: believe in the future.
The reason why I believe in the future,
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,
Lost melancholy, the pain of failure,
These are tears of emotion, deep sympathy,
Or give a contemptuous smile, bitter ridicule.
I firmly believe that people are interested in our spine,
Countless explorations, lost roads, failures and successes,
We 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 life.
Wang Guozhen: Love life.
Text/Wang Guozhen
I don't think about whether I can succeed or not.
Now that I have chosen a distant place,
I only care about the hardships.
I don't think about whether I can win love.
Because I like roses,
Just show your sincerity bravely.
I don't think about whether there will be cold wind and rain behind me.
Because the target is the horizon.
Only the back is left to the world.
I don't think about whether the future is flat or muddy.
As long as you love life.
Everything is expected.
Index finger poem
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 a fierce struggle in life,
I died more peacefully than the lake.
Then please go to the cemetery to find my inscription.
It will still be engraved: love life.
I made up my mind to use pain as a weight,
I have confidence: take life as the balance,
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 weedy 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 thorns 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 a personality that challenges fate.
Although frustrated many times, it will never be taken lightly.
I can live tenaciously until now,
That is: believe in the future and love life.
Xi Murong, 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.