Believe in the future
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.
1968 Beijing
This is 4: 08 Beijing time.
This is 4: 08 Beijing time.
The sea of handspring;
This is 4: 08 Beijing time.
A magnificent whistle sounded.
The tall buildings of Beijing Railway Station,
Suddenly there was a violent shaking.
I looked out of the window in surprise,
I want to know what happened.
My heart suddenly hurts. it must be
Mother's buttoned needle and thread penetrated her heart.
At this time, my heart became a kite.
The kite string is in mother's hand.
The rope is too tight and will break.
I had to stick my head out of the window lattice of the carriage.
Before that, before that,
I realized what had happened.
-Wave goodbye,
It is necessary to take the station away;
Beijing is at my feet,
Has moved slowly.
I waved to Beijing again,
Trying to grab him by the collar,
Then shouted to her:
Always remember me, mom, Beijing!
Finally caught something,
No matter whose hand it is, he can't let go,
Because this is my Beijing,
This is my last trip to Beijing.
196865438+February 20th.
Love life
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 the fierce struggle in life,
I died more peacefully than the lake.
Then please go to the cemetery to find my inscription,
It also says: Love life.
I made up my mind to use pain as a weight,
I have confidence: make Libra with my life.
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 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 brambles 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 the personality to challenge the old forces,
Although I have experienced setbacks, I will never take it lightly.
I can live tenaciously until now,
That is: believe in the future and love life.
1978 Beijing
Other works
Fish trilogy, ocean trilogy, fate, faith, smoke, wine, believing in the future, dialogue between fallen leaves and the earth, wishes, farewell to youth, life stage, etc.