Please don't tell me in sad poems,
Life is just an empty dream! Because the sleeping soul is dead,
Things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is serious! The grave is not its goal;
You are dust, and to dust, this does not mean the soul.
Not enjoyment, not sadness, but our destiny and road; But to act,
That's all for tomorrow.
Found that we were farther away than today.
Art is long and time is short.
Our hearts,
Although strong and brave. Nevertheless,
Like a low drum, beating,
The funeral procession went to the grave.
In the vast battlefield of the world,
In the camp of life, don't be dumb,
Drive the cattle! Become a hero in the fight!
Don't believe in the future. No matter how beautiful the future is!
Let the dead past bury its dead!
Act, act, and live in the present!
So, let's act,
With a heart for any fate;
It's still happening,
Still pursue, learn to work and wait.
(ode to life)
Please don't tell me in sad poems;
Life is just an empty dream, because the sleeping soul is like death.
Things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is warm!
The goal of life is never the grave;
You are dust, and you belong to dust.
This sentence does not refer to our spirit.
Our destination is neither happiness nor sadness.
Efforts are our way, and we are constantly advancing and making progress every day.
Time flies, and the ocean of art is boundless. Our hearts-brave and strong,
But like a bronze drum covered with cloth, it often beats the funeral music.
In this camp of life, in the vast battlefield of this world,
Don't be a dumb animal driven away, be a hero and shoot at once!
Don't believe in the future, no matter how happy it is.
! Let the dead past bury everything! For God's sake,
We have the courage, let's get up and do it and make up our minds.
No matter what happens; Keep winning,
Adhere to the pursuit, learn to work hard and learn to wait patiently.