Poetry with the theme of life

I don't think about whether I can succeed in choosing a distant place. I don't think about whether I can win love. If I love roses, I will bravely reveal my heart. I don't think about whether there will be cold wind and rain behind me. Since the goal is that the horizon can only be left to the world behind, I will not think about whether the future is flat or muddy. As long as you love life, everything is expected. Maybe my thin body is like climbing kudzu vine, and I can't grasp the future of my own destiny. Please listen to my voice in the bitter wind and rain, and still whisper repeatedly: love life. Perhaps after the fierce struggle of life, I died more peacefully than the lake. Then please go to the cemetery to find my inscription, which also says: love life. I make up my mind: use pain as a weight, I have confidence: use life as a scale. I want to weigh the value of a person's life and ask future generations to follow my example: love life. Indeed, I cherish the winding wild road that belongs to me. It was through this winding path that I realized the hardships of life. I walked barefoot like a waif, deeply feeling the hardness of the hard rocks and bends on the road, and the thorns that blocked the road left a blood trail every step. I walk barefoot like a beggar, knowing the hunger and cold in winter snow and the scorching heat in summer, which makes me cherish every trace of warmth. But I have the personality to challenge the old forces. Although I have experienced setbacks, I will never be complacent. I can live tenaciously until now because I believe in the future and love life. Guo Lusheng (pen name forefinger) "Believe in the future" When the cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove, I sighed with sadness about poverty. I still stubbornly spread the ashes of disappointment and wrote with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future. When my purple grapes turn into dewdrops in late autumn, and my flowers cling to other people's feelings, I still stubbornly write on the desolate land with frosty vines: I believe in the future, I will command the waves running towards the horizon with my hands, and I will sway with the sea holding the sun in my palm. A warm and beautiful pen with dawn wrote with a child's pen: I believe in the future. I firmly believe in the future because I believe in the vision of people in the future. She has eyelashes that uncover the dust of history. She has the pupil to see through the chapters of the years, regardless of people's doubts about our rotting bodies, whether the pain of failure brings moving tears, deep sympathy or contemptuous smiles. Bitter ridicule I firmly believe that people will give an objective and fair evaluation of countless explorations, lost ways, failures and successes of our spine. Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their evaluation friends, firmly believe in the future, believe in indomitable efforts, believe in the future and love life. The source of life is running water, which flows forever and flows through the wheel of history. Flowing to a bright tomorrow and a bright future, I gently opened the title page of the book, and life slowly entered the world of books. Then, the cold water of wisdom slowly flows into my heart, giving me endless knowledge, spiritual support, emotional edification and personality enlightenment. I am bathed in this flowing water, enjoying every grass and flower in the book, enjoying everyone who has a unique life course, and enjoying everything that is earth-shattering or plain as water. I always thought the Grand View Garden was a prosperous, gentle and rich country with fragrant and beautiful girls, but the book proved me wrong. Running water told me the truth in a common voice, so I finally knew the pain of the beautiful Xiaoxiang Pavilion girl: the blue light shines on the wall and the window is not wet! The book is running water, and her crystal water shows me the laughter and tears, love and resentment of youth. When the horizon in the east shines with red light, when the green Jialing River ripples, and when the gorgeous rosy clouds radiate all kinds of light, my heart can't be calm. For the sky just breaking dawn, for the water of the book breaking dawn exchanged with blood, my heart is surging, and I can't forget Jie Jiang's calmness and firmness before his death. I can't forget Xu Yunfeng's perseverance and perseverance in enduring pain and digging stones with his nails. Nothing can stop the pace of patriots whose faces are stung by the cold wind in the morning, with hoses spraying water, whips raised high and bullets flying overhead! The fearless marchers shouted out the voice of the whole Chinese nation! Their throats are hoarse, but their fiery hearts will not stop. They shouted with their lives: get rid of all those who trample on our country. Books are running water, and her deep voice flowing through Qianshan explained the greatness of patriotism to me. The more thousands of years, the more diverse the world is; Show great ambitions and ask who is in charge of ups and downs in the vast land; Think, sing picturesque, aim at a thousand miles. In the morning of first frost, the horseshoe is deeply broken and the horn is swallowed. Thousands of trees are frosty and red, and mountain soldiers are angry. Books are flowing water, and her impressive words let me see the wisdom of a generation of great men. Books are flowing water, flowing forever, interpreting the true meaning of history. I would like to bathe in this flowing water forever, let her run through my heart and love life. I don't think about whether I can succeed or not. Since I chose the distance, I only care about hardships. I don't think about whether I can win love. Since you love roses, tell your heart bravely. I don't think about whether there will be cold wind and rain behind me. Since the goal 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 I love everything in my life, as I expected, maybe my thin body, like climbing kudzu vine, can't grasp the future of my own destiny. Then please listen to my voice in the biting wind and rain, and still whisper repeatedly: love life. Perhaps after the fierce struggle of life, I died more peacefully than the lake. Then please go to the cemetery to find my inscription, which also says: love life. I make up my mind: use pain as a weight, I have confidence: use life as a scale. I want to weigh the value of a person's life and ask future generations to follow my example: love life. Indeed, I cherish the winding wild road that belongs to me. It was through this winding path that I realized the hardships of life. I walked barefoot like a waif, deeply feeling the hardness of the hard rocks and bends on the road, and the thorns that blocked the road left a blood trail every step. I walk barefoot like a beggar, knowing the hunger and cold in winter snow and the scorching heat in summer, which makes me cherish every trace of warmth. But I have the personality to challenge the old forces. Although I have experienced setbacks, I will never be complacent. I can live tenaciously until now because I believe in the future and love life.