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.
2. Believe in the future
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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.
Step 3 be lonely
I am Gulfstream on the mountain.
Enjoy the sour loneliness alone.
Occasionally, a leaf or two will fall.
I also threw it on the bank of the stream.
Because of my negligence and carelessness
I yearn for the vast sea with all my heart.
But the sea
But only on the edge of my dream.
I am a rooster with colorful feathers.
Sing a song in the twilight of dawn
The monotonous repetition of noisy songs
Break the silence of ancient villages
Into people's sleeping dreams
I yearn for the blue sky with all my heart.
Kelantian
Always in the sigh of my wings
I am a peach blossom on the roadside.
Pieces of acacia fell into the mud.
Pedestrians pass by on the road.
But no one picked up acacia.
I yearn for the vast land with all my heart.
Kodadi
Not under the cover of my petals
I am a traveler in a hurry.
How many strange streets have you walked?
Faces become familiar.
Disappeared in the cold rain again
So those years of youth
Follow my footsteps and cry.
I feel lonely and tired.
This loneliness and fatigue
Waiting silently for the pity of old friends.
4. Autumn dusk
An ancient dark ship.
Approaching slowly
My eyesight
The leaves sang a metallic chorus.
Touch our hearts
Become a silent butterfly
Dancing dusk
Leaves move in all directions.
Like my brother.
A celebration away from music and roses
No more singing for vagrancy
I can't escape.
Frost and cold in the twilight
With the cry of Western jackdaw in the west
Drowned my last garrison
It is also the original vertex.
The cold wind scattered the birds' feathers.
It's a long way home.
Even farther than the hometown of leaves.
Dusk stops at the dry bottom.
Keep distance
In the dim light
I am a yellow leaf.
A sentence deleted by the autumn wind
There is such persistence
At dusk in autumn
There is only one direction
This is the only way and purpose.
Destined for all my efforts
Just so that I can go smoothly before dark.
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An idea sharper than teeth.
I don't need to hide my tears.
Leaves are like a powerful army.
Lead autumn to evacuate quickly.
I walked past a cemetery in the sunset.
See the sunshine in the distance.
Clever use of late-maturing flowers
kiss
I still vaguely heard it.
Golden stamens
Fall into the girl's eyes.
Open a few sweet dreams
Illuminate the autumn night
5. The Beatles's singing
When the horizon shines with a faint orange light
Lovely elves spread their transparent wings.
Return the morning light with a bright smile
Set out now
Has Tian ever heard the gliding sound of swish?
I'm running, running.
light
Passionate and strong, painful and happy dance
So I started singing.
About falling into the colorful countryside of English.
On the Melancholy of Water Town in Dreams
Boldness and arrogance about youth and ignorance, and
Bustling traffic and crowds
A simple heart
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An abandoned castle for a long time
Nursery rhymes of fragrant grass
I don't know, reckless
I am on my way.
Smooth and unrestrained posture
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Irresistible desires are like a blue ocean.
Sometimes calm and sometimes publicity.
Is this the price of lifting barrels in advance?
Or the unbearable light drift in life
So I ran and ran.
Just for the surging collision and agitation.
Temporary happiness and high spirits.
The first and last years of these years.
Can't give up peace ...