What are the poems written by Index Finger?

Index Finger Poetry

Maybe my thin body is like a clinging kudzu vine,

I can’t control myself The future of destiny,

Then please listen to my voice in the wind and rain,

still whispering repeatedly: love life.

Perhaps after a fierce struggle in life,

I died calmer than the lake.

Then please go to the cemetery to look for my inscription.

It will still be engraved with: Love life.

I am determined: use pain as a weight,

I am confident: use life as a scale,

I want to weigh the value of a person's life ,

I want future generations to follow my example: love life.

Indeed, I cherish mine very much

The winding grass path,

It is through this winding path,

I just realized such a difficult life.

I walked with bare feet like a wandering child.

I deeply felt the hardness of the rocks and corners along the way.

In addition, the clumps of The thorns blocking the road left a trail of blood with every step I took.

I walked with my bare back like a beggar,

well aware of the hunger and cold in the wind and snow in winter,

and the scorching heat of the poisonous sun in summer ,

This makes me cherish every trace of warmth a hundred times.

But I have the personality to challenge fate.

Although I have been frustrated many times, I will never accept it lightly.

I am able to live tenaciously and live until now.

This is because I believe in the future and love life.

2. Believe in the future

Forefinger

When the spider web mercilessly sealed off my stove

When the remaining smoke of ashes sighed The sorrow of poverty

I still stubbornly spread the ashes of disappointment

Write with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future

When my purple grapes turn into late autumn of dew

When my flowers are nestled in the feelings of others

I still stubbornly use the frost-covered dead vines

to write on the desolate earth: Believe in the future

I want to use my fingers to hold the waves rushing to the sky

I want to use my palms to hold the sea of ??the sun

The warm and beautiful branch of the swaying dawn

Use a child's handwriting to write: Believe in the future

The reason why I firmly believe in the future

I believe in the eyes of people in the future

She has the eyelashes to brush away the dust of history

She has the pupils to see through the chapters of the years

No matter what people think about our rotten flesh

Those who are lost Melancholy, the pain of failure

Should we express moved tears and deep sympathy

Or should we give them contemptuous smiles and bitter ridicule

I firmly believe that people have great feelings for us. The spine

Those countless explorations, losses, failures and successes

will definitely give a passionate, objective and fair evaluation

Yes, I am anxious Waiting for their evaluation

Friends, firmly believe in the future

Believe in indomitable efforts

Believe in the youth that defeats death

Believe in the future, love life

3. Loneliness

I am a creek on the mountain

Enjoy a sour loneliness alone

Occasionally one or two leaves fall down

I also throw them on the bank of the stream

Just because of my negligence and inadvertence

I yearn for the vast sea

But the sea

is only at the edge of my dream

I am a rooster with colorful feathers

Singing in The dusk morning light

The monotonous repetition of loud songs

Breaking the silence of the ancient village

Entering into people's sleeping dreams

I yearn for it with all my heart The blue sky

But the blue sky

is always in the sigh of my wings

I am a peach blossom on the roadside

Piece by piece Lovesickness falls in the mud

Pedestrians pass by on the road

But no one picks it up

I yearn for the vast land

But the earth

is not covered by my petals

I am a hasty traveler

How many strange streets have I walked through

Each face became familiar

and disappeared into the cold rain

So the youth of those years

shrank and cried at the sound of my footsteps

I feel lonely and tired

This loneliness and fatigue

Silently waiting for the old friend to show mercy

4. Autumn dusk

An old and dark ancient ship

Slowly approaching

My sight

The metallic chorus of leaves sounded

Reaching our hearts

Becoming a silent butterfly

Dancing at dusk

The leaves move in all directions

Like my group of brothers

A celebration far away from music and roses

No more singing for wanderers

But I cannot escape

The frost in the dusk

With the cry of jackdaws

Drown the last part of my station

It is also the first peak

The bird feathers were scattered due to the attack of the cold wind

The road home is very long

Even farther than the hometown of the leaves

And the dusk stops at the bottom of the dry water

Stretch out your hand Reachable

In the dim glow

I am a remaining yellow leaf

A sentence deleted by the autumn wind

And such perseverance

In the autumn dusk

There is only one direction

This only road and purpose

Destined for all my life Working hard

Just so that I can go smoothly before the night

Arrive

A thought that is sharper than teeth

I don’t have to fight for tears Profound

The leaves are like a powerful regiment

Leading autumn to retreat quickly

I walked through a cemetery in the sunset

Saw The sun is far away

kissing the late-blooming flowers skillfully

I still vaguely heard

a golden flower The stamens

fall brightly into the girl's eyes

Bloom a few fragrant dreams

Light up the autumn night

5 , The Singing of Beetles

When the horizon shines through a ray of orange light

The lovely elf blooms with transparent wings

Returning the morning sun with a bright smile

Let’s go now

Has Tian ever heard the “swish” gliding pace?

I am running, running

Ignite

The painful and joyful dance of passion and strength

So I started singing

About the colorful village with fallen flowers

About the melancholy of the water town in the dream

About the boldness and arrogance of youth and ignorance, and

The bustle of traffic and crowds

The unsophisticated heart

What you are looking for

The castle that has been deserted for a long time

The nursery rhyme of the lush grass

The recklessness of not knowing the height of the sky

I am on the road

The posture is smooth and unrestrained

And singing

The uncontrollable longing is like the blue ocean

Sometimes calm and sometimes flamboyant

Could this be the price of being young?

It’s still the unbearable lightness of life

So I run and run

Just for the turbulent collision and excitement

Just a little indulgence The joy and excitement of the past

And the first and last ones in the years

The inseparable tranquility...