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.