Modern Poetry about Faith Part I: Believe that you come from afar.
Covered with dust.
Thorns sting your feet.
The cold wind stung your face.
You are tired and confused.
Vilen is around.
It's empty
Want to shout
Shout oneself hoarse
But there was no reply at all.
Look at the burning bonfire
As if you were a flame.
Instantly sends out a dazzling light.
Dance of passion and beauty
Short and eternal * * * mutually assured destruction.
Maybe you are just Li Bai singing under the moon.
Loneliness and sadness
Maybe you are the heroic emperor Jin Ge Tiema.
Bold frontier
Looking back, the world is gray.
Right and wrong, whoever laughs is frivolous.
What do you mean, sad and happy? This is just a sad place.
Are hidden by time.
Look at the maple leaves in autumn. They dye themselves red.
Beautiful hills
You exist, the long river of life.
I'm glad you came.
This is your firm belief.
Let's go, pack your bags.
Stand up straight
The light in the distance warmed my heart.
Plum blossoms in that bosom are fragrant.
Be with me
Lu Yi Piaoxiang
Modern Poetry about Faith Part II: Firm Faith I am no longer a bohemian youth.
I am a man, and I have my own ideas.
I will guard the green mountains and green waters of Qidong with solid arms.
I'm used to the usual lies of rulers.
As a pioneer of the new era
I want to move forward bravely.
I am willing to be a chess piece.
Run to the decadent base camp
Not afraid of storms.
I want to be a free eagle.
Peck open with the sharpest mouth.
The prison door of trapped thoughts
Defend the balance between democracy and law
I am willing to use my humblest body.
Smash all evil spirits that enslave thoughts.
Let moral justice be rediscovered.
I want to irritate my heart with myself.
Emit amazing energy
Lava like lava
Break through all ideas that hinder freedom
For an unswerving oath
My fiery chest won't be afraid
The kiss of the muzzle of the ice on me
Just for the faith that can be realized tomorrow.
Modern Poetry of Faith Part III: Believing in Xi Murong
I believe that the essence of love is like
The simplicity and gentleness of life
I believe that all
Reflection and fit of light and shadow
I believe the trees are full of flowers.
Only from a seed in the ice and snow.
I believe in 300 poems.
What is repeated is just that
What you can't say when you are young.
That word
I believe in all God's arrangements.
I also believe that if you are willing to work with me
Go back together
In that distant and humble source
We will finally understand each other.
Modern Poetry about Faith Part IV: Faith is dew or sunshine in the morning.
This is a promise contained in the lips of my motherland.
Deep in the alley under the wheat field
Above the rapids, on the windy hilltops.
The sea and mountains are always in high spirits.
Smiles and flowers always bloom at the same time.
I miss those who sink into darkness forever.
A pioneer who once shined for his faith.
I also saw the spirit of running.
I am proud of the admiration and memory of blood and fire.
Everything born in July
I started my brilliant career in July.
At the dawn of the motherland.
Do I belong to this city or this country?
In the corner where Deng Hua refused to give in.
There is a firm commitment between my lips.