Poetry about life?

enjoy life

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 be brave and show sincerity.

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.

Words/strings about life _

Once, in order to find an ideal oasis in the desert.

Through countless lands.

Replaced by yellow sand and strong wind.

Hungry, never.

Stop my persistent pursuit

Once, in order to climb the beautiful mirage in Shanghai.

Wandering for countless days and nights

Wandering in the waves

Helpless and frustrated, never.

Suppress my desire for success

Always believe in the towering Mount Tai.

Every day and every night, there must be a sunrise and sunset brewing.

Always believe in the vast Yangtze River.

It must have accumulated the massiness and strength of Chinese descendants.

Didn't climb mount Everest

So I doubt her altitude.

But standing at her feet, I think

Great honor and pride.

It's like I've never experienced death

Since you are alive, let your life bloom.

Bloom as beautiful as the blue sky

Like the light of the sun

Life is blue/morning dew.

-the sentiment in a song "Lan Yan bosom friend"

Pick up a piece of blue moonlight

In the darkest hour before dawn

Write a light blue mood for you

Light up your sky.

Polish your mind.

Life is in this boundless blue.

Green Fields

Life is life.

A blue river flowing quietly

Fold a paper boat.

Watch it in the river.

Walk away slowly

On this early autumn day

Blue thoughts come to my eyes.

Life is the color of missing.

This is the color of the river.

It is the color of love.

This is the color of poetry.

Is everything.

Romantic colors.

Life is blue. ...

A poet who writes about life/dreams.

A shriveled body

In the hospital.

Irrigation with liquid

Just like before we arrived.

Swimming in amniotic fluid

The night of life arrival

Curled up with attachment

Try to catch a star.

After all,

Dissolve in memory

Everyone does.

Born at dawn

Disappear into the darkness

The footprints will eventually

Erased by time

Only a gold-plated hat.

Hanging in the air forever

Like a flashing flying saucer

The fear of life/the spirit of the bridge

The last thing I dare to look at is

Those cold eyes are full of wind and rain.

Wrinkles are as sharp as knives.

It seems to be in a muddy ravine

Buried countless stories and vicissitudes of life

However, she will always be the same frame.

A clumsy oil painting

Don't feel lonely standing

A smile that doesn't understand happiness

She's just a ...

A thin old man you don't know.

But the more you cover it, the hotter it gets.

And calculation, and desire.

Under the dark brown locust tree

Trembling hot porridge in a porcelain bowl.

As thin as silver, nuanced.

Weaving-weaving

But you can't hear the cicada moaning.

So this is also a magnificent institution.

The sunset of time lengthened her shadow.

Go to the depths of that hot land

Vast, silent but not sad.

A complete interpretation of life

Probably should also come from this.

Let's stop here.