Beautiful hazy poetry

Introduction: Misty poetry is undoubtedly an important topic that deserves attention and cannot be avoided in the history of contemporary Chinese poetry. Below are the hazy poems I compiled for your reference. Chapter 1 "Believe in the Future"? Index Finger

When the spider web mercilessly sealed off my stove,

When the smoke from the ashes sighed the sorrow of poverty,

I still stubbornly spread the ashes of disappointment,

and wrote with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future.

When my purple grapes turn into late autumn dew,

When my flowers nestle in other people’s feelings,

I still stubbornly use the frosted Withered vines,

wrote on the desolate land: Believe in the future.

I want to use my fingers to hold the waves rushing to the horizon,

I want to use my palms to hold the sea that holds the sun,

The warm and beautiful swaying dawn Penholder

Write in a child's handwriting: Believe in the future.

The reason why I firmly believe in the future,

is that I believe in the eyes of people in the future?

She has the eyelashes to brush away the dust of history,

She has pupils that can see through the chapters of time.

No matter what people think of our rotten flesh,

The melancholy of being lost, the pain of failure,

they express moved tears and deep sympathy,

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Still give him a contemptuous smile and bitter ridicule.

I firmly believe that people will treat our backbone,

those countless explorations, losses, failures and successes,

will be enthusiastic, objective and fair. assessment.

Yes, I am anxiously awaiting their assessment.

Friends, believe firmly in the future,

Believe in indomitable efforts,

Believe in youth that defeats death,

Believe in the future, Love life.

Chapter 2 "Motherland, My Dear Motherland"? Shu Ting

I am your dilapidated old waterwheel by the river

Spinning tired songs for hundreds of years

I am the blackened miner's lamp on your forehead

Following you as you groping slowly in the tunnel of history

I am the shriveled ear of rice; I am the roadbed in disrepair

It’s a barge on the silt

The rope is deep into your shoulders

? Motherland!

I am poverty

I am sorrow

I am your ancestors

The painful hope

Is the flying sleeve? Time

Flowers that have not fallen to the ground for thousands of years

? Motherland

I am your new ideal

Just returned from Break free from the cobweb of myth

I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow cover

I am your laughter nest with tears

I am the newly born The snow-white starting line

is a crimson dawn

is gushing

?Motherland

I am one billionth of you< /p>

It is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters

You fed it with your scarred breasts

I am confused, thinking deeply I, the boiling me

Then get it from my flesh and blood

Your wealth, your glory, your freedom

?Motherland

My dear motherland! Chapter 3 "Rainy Night"?North Island

When the night is broken in the puddles

Rocking a new leaf

Like rocking your own child to sleep

When the light strings up raindrops

Pendant on your shoulder

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Flashing light, then rolling to the ground

You said, no

The tone was so determined

But the smile revealed the secret of the heart

The low dark clouds rub your hair with wet palms

Rubbing into the fragrance of flowers and my hot breath

The elongated figure of the street lamp

Connects every intersection,

Connects every dream

Captures the mystery of our joy with a net

The bitterness of the past condenses into tears

Wet your handkerchief

Being forgotten in a dark doorway

Even tomorrow morning

The muzzle of the gun and the bloody sun

Let me hand over my youth, freedom and pen

I will never hand over this night

Let the wall block my mouth

Let the iron bars divide my sky

As long as the heart is there Beat,

There will be a tide of blood

And your smile will be imprinted on the red moon

Rising in front of my little window every night< /p>

Wake up memory