Yiwangsun wrote the following words
Song Li Chongyuan
Feng Pu hunted a small pond, and the lotus flowers were full of fragrance after the rain.
The magic pumpkin is cold in ice and snow.
Bamboo square bed, needlework is unintentional, and dreams are long in the afternoon.
In the small pond, the water plants in the wind are hunting, and the lotus flowers after the rain exude a refreshing fragrance, which makes the whole yard full of the fragrance of lotus flowers. On a hot summer day, I enjoy the plum and melon chilled with cold water in the well, which is as cold as ice and snow! On the bamboo bed, I am still dreaming. I believe in the future (Author: forefinger)
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.