Index finger poetry believes in the future original text

When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove, the smoke of ashes sighed with poverty and sadness. I still stubbornly spread the ashes of disappointment and wrote with beautiful snowflakes: I believe in the future. When my purple grapes turn into dewdrops in late autumn, and my flowers are nestled in other people's feelings, I still stubbornly write on the desolate land covered with frost vines: I believe in the future, I will wave to the horizon with my fingers, I will hold up the sea of the sun with my palm, and shed the warmth of dawn. A beautiful pen is written with a child's pen: Believe in the future. I firmly believe in the future because I believe in the vision of people in the future. She has eyelashes to push away the dust of history. She has pupils to see through the chapters of the years. Whether people send moving tears, deep sympathy, contemptuous smiles and bitter taunts to our rotting bodies, I firmly believe that people have explored our spine countless times. Loss, failure and success will all be evaluated enthusiastically, objectively and fairly. Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their comments. Friends, firmly believe in the future, unyielding efforts, young people who overcome death, the future and love life.

I believe that the future is an obscure poem written by forefinger at 1968. With its profound thoughts, beautiful artistic conception and catchy poetic style, this poem lets people know how to live well in adversity, how to encourage themselves, and how to unswervingly abide by the promise of tomorrow. The poem was once widely circulated in the society in the form of a manuscript, and quickly circulated among a generation of young people, so the index finger also had the title of "the poetic soul of educated youth". The poem Believe in the Future is a masterpiece of criticizing reality at that time. Written in 1968, it was at the peak of the Cultural Revolution fanaticism. After the initial blind movement, the poet had some sober views on this political movement, especially the fate of individuals in the Cultural Revolution, and had a warm and enthusiastic experience. His heart is full of loss, confusion and sadness, but he is not willing to give up his ideals and hopes easily, so. The fierce conflict between hope and despair is revealed in his works. In such a chaotic and confused era, poets and people in the same situation deeply felt the tragedy of fate, and immediately wrote this poem with my encouragement, and kept their promise for tomorrow. If this poem only has the first three verses, it is not enough to express the profound thoughts of the index finger. In the next three verses, the forefinger combines his "belief" in the "future" with his sober understanding of mankind. First of all, the poet believes that "the eyes of future people" can "push aside the dust of history" and "see through the chapters of the years". The two images of "eyelashes" and "pupils" come from "eyes" and vividly depict the thinking expression of future people, while "pushing away" and "seeing through" praise the greatness of human wisdom. The reason why poets believe in the future lies in this thinking image. Secondly, poets don't care about people's praise or criticism of our bodies and experiences. The three concrete images or expressions of "carrion", "lost melancholy" and "pain of failure" convey the sufferings of real people; The four details of "moved tears", "deep sympathy", "contemptuous smile" and "pungent ridicule" show people's expressions of various evaluations of the past history, which are vivid and accurate with their pens. Thirdly, the poet firmly believes that "people will give a warm, objective and fair evaluation of our spine" in the future. "Backbone" is unyielding belief and exploration spirit, which is embodied in "countless explorations, lost ways, failures and successes". These three poems discuss the deep-rooted belief in the future. It is based on this understanding that the poet undoubtedly "believes in the future" and "anxiously waits for their evaluation". In the last paragraph of the poem, people are warmly encouraged to "believe in indomitable efforts/believe in young people who overcome death/believe in the future and love life". Poetry declares war on the reality of suffering with irrefutable momentum and fearless spirit. The belief in the "future" came out of generate like the sun on the sea, which strongly shocked the soul of every reader. This poem is ingeniously conceived. The first three sections describe how I believe in the future, the last three sections describe why I believe in the future, and the last section calls on people to work hard, love and live with confidence in the future. Simple language, profound thoughts; Distinctive personality and convincing. The whole poem basically follows the traditional way of getting touching effect in the constant change of light and heavy sounds; Combining the time art of language with the space art of Chinese painting, the art of "My poem is a window, and the window contains thousands of autumn snow in Xiling" that the poet has repeatedly told. Read through the whole poem, although I feel more depressed than relaxed; Not happiness, but pain. But from the poet's depressing songs, I really feel the poet's soul-stirring belief-longing for a better future and always fighting for ideals and light. References:

Believe in the future: when cobwebs mercilessly sealed my fireplace to ashes, I sighed with poverty and sorrow. I still stubbornly spread the ashes of disappointment and write with beautiful snowflakes: believe in the future: when my purple grapes turn into dewdrops in late autumn, when my flowers cling to other people's feelings, I still stubbornly write on the frosted vines: believe in the future, I will direct the waves to the horizon with my hands, and I will use my palms. Holding the warm and beautiful pen of the sun, swaying with the dawn, writing 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 to push away the dust of history, and she has pupils to see through the chapters of the years. No matter whether people send moving tears, deep sympathy or contemptuous smiles to our rotting bodies, I firmly believe that people will give warm, objective and fair comments on our spine's numerous explorations, lost ways, failures and successes. Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their evaluation friends. I firmly believe in the future, indomitable efforts, young people who overcome death, the future, and love life 1968 Beijing Original: When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove to ashes, I sighed with poverty. I still stubbornly spread the ashes of disappointment and wrote with beautiful snowflakes: I believe in the future. When my purple grapes turn into dewdrops in late autumn, and when my flowers are nestled in other people's feelings, I still stubbornly write on the frosted vines: I believe in the future with my fingers. I want to write with my palm, holding the sea of the sun, a warm and beautiful pen, and a child's pen: I firmly believe that the future is the eyes of future people. She has eyelashes that uncover the dust of history, and she has pupils that can see through the chapters of the years. No matter whether people send moving tears, deep sympathy or contemptuous smiles to our rotting bodies, I firmly believe that people will give enthusiastic, objective and fair comments on countless explorations, lost ways, failures and successes of our spine. Yes, I am anxiously waiting for my friends' comments on them, and I firmly believe in the future. I believe in indomitable efforts to overcome the young people who died, believe in the future and love life appreciation: the whole poem is divided into seven sections, each with four sentences, and each sentence has about the same number of words. Symmetrical structure is easy to read. The first two sections are mainly narrative and lyrical. In the first section, the poet chose the intention of "cobweb", "fireside" and "ashes" to express the suffering and poverty at that time, which is a personal sorrow and a social sorrow. Even though life is so hard, poets still "write with beautiful snowflakes" and "believe in the future". In the second section, "purple grapes" and "flowers" are preceded by "mine", which shows that these are the fruits of their own labor, but in a blink of an eye, they become "dew" and "snuggling in others' arms", so that they become "dead vines". Fruits are eroded and flowers are destroyed. It is conceivable that the poet is sad and helpless, but his faith has not been lost, and he still stubbornly believes in the future. The third paragraph is the first lyric of this poem. Poverty is not enough to fear, the environment is not enough to fear, because of youth, because of vigor, because of strength, these are all displayed here. Fingers, palms, and swaying morning light give birth to endless energy, which can be transformed into waves rushing to the horizon and the sea holding the sun. Young people's vigor and fighting spirit are clear at a glance, which not only inspires themselves, but also gives countless people courage and strength with a "warm and beautiful" pen. The next three sections answer why we should "believe in the future". In the fourth section, the poet put his immediate misfortune into the long river of history to examine and understand. Nowadays, people may lack the judgment of right and wrong, beauty and ugliness, sincerity and hypocrisy, but the old people in history will "push away", "see through", "historical dust" and "years". It is precisely because of the impartiality of history that we calmly face "moved tears" and "deep sympathy"; Or "contemptuous smile" or "bitter ridicule" is precisely because of my own exploration, I am the backbone of indomitable spirit in the cause of the country and the nation-tall and straight, strong, so I believe I will be evaluated as "enthusiastic, objective and fair" by people. In the last section, the poet calls on people to give you a clear and affirmative answer, as long as you are "indomitable", as long as you dare to "overcome death", full of enthusiasm for life and persistent pursuit of truth. The characteristics of this poem are very distinct. Clear thinking. The first three sections focus on how I believe in the future, and the last three sections answer why I believe in the future. The theme of the poem is clear: believe in the future no matter how difficult it is. Rich in ideas, vivid in image and full of poetry. Poetry is good at using novel metaphors, apt personification and neat repetition, which makes poetry full of tension and vitality. About the author: forefinger, whose real name is Guo Lusheng, was named Lu Sheng because his mother gave birth during the March. Pen name forefinger, a famous poet in China. Primary school began to love poetry, and masterpieces written at the age of 20, such as Believe in the Future, Ocean Trilogy and This is 4: 08 in Beijing, have been widely circulated in the society in the form of manuscripts. When Acheng cut in line in Inner Mongolia, he had his forefinger's poems copied. When Chen Kaige was admitted to the Film Academy, he recited the index finger "Written by a friend when he got married". From 65438 to 0973, the index finger was diagnosed as schizophrenia and admitted to the Third Hospital of Beijing Medical University. Continue writing after discharge. 1990 has been treated in Beijing Third Welfare Institute. On April 28th, 20001,he won the third People's Literature Award together with the late poet Haizi. He is the author of a collection of poems, Believe in the Future, Modern Lyrics of Index Finger and Heidachun, Poetry Exploration and Index Finger Volume, Poems of Index Finger, etc. Believe in the future-forefinger When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my fireplace to ashes, I sighed with poverty and sadness. I still stubbornly spread the ashes of disappointment and wrote with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future. When my purple grapes turned into dewdrops in late autumn and my flowers nestled in other people's feelings, I still stubbornly wrote on the frosted vines: I believe in the future, I will wave the sky with my fingers, and I will hold up the sun with my palm. Waving the warm and beautiful pen of the dawn of the sea, I wrote with my child's pen: Believe in the future. I firmly believe in the future. I believe in people's vision in the future. She has eyelashes to push away the dust of history. She has pupils to see through the chapters of the years. No matter whether people send moving tears, deep sympathy or contemptuous smiles to our rotting bodies, I firmly believe that people will give warm, objective and fair comments on our spine's numerous explorations, lost ways, failures and successes. Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their evaluation friends. I firmly believe in the future. I believe in perseverance. I believe that young people who have overcome death believe in the future and love life. 1968 There are many more in Beijing. You can search online ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Yes ~ ~ When the cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove, the smoke of ashes sighed poverty.