Who is the author of the poem Gift?

Hehe, is this it? The poem A Gift written by the poet Ceng Zhuo in 1960s is different from other love poems we have read. It has a specific brand of that era, because its authors are not only deprived of the right to sing love, but also threaten their love rights. As the poem says, "Do I have the strength to bear your kindness and warmth?" If the authors sang the true feelings imprisoned by that era in the early 1960s, then in the early 1980s, their elegy caused a sensation in more people's hearts, and even made this poem have a sensational effect. Please enjoy the poem "A Gift" below. Author: Ceng Zhuo Reader: Lou Ji Cheng.

I'm a traveler from the emotional desert,

I am hungry, tired and sleepy.

I can see the light in front of your window from a distance.

It attracts me-the lamp in my life.

I tap lightly, like a heartbeat.

Open the door for me.

You stare at me quietly,

Are those tears shining?

You show me the way and light the lamp.

I walked into your clean cabin anxiously,

I walked barefoot, slowly and gently,

But every step still leaves dust and blood.

You let me sit in a comfortable armchair,

You poured me tea and water in a panic.

I squinted-because I'm not used to light,

You don't like mom's warm eyes.

My bag is very small,

But what I brought was heavy, heavy,

You see, my hair is gray and my back is bent.

Although I am still young.

A handful of water can quench your thirst,

A sip of wine makes me drunk,

A little warmth makes me burn all over,

Then, do I have the strength to bear your kindness and warmth?

When you gently hold my hand, I tremble all over.

I can't help crying when your tears drop on the back of my hand.

Are you willing to hold my hand like this and walk to the distance of life?

Do you dare to hold my hand through the contemptuous crowd like this?

Flash through my life,

This sacred moment is the end and the beginning,

The past is the past, finally the past,

You gave me strength, courage and confidence.

Your tearful and smiling eyes are purgatory,

Your crystal tears burned my soul,

I will fly in the flame like a colorful cloud,

Spit out painful and happy songs from your mouth ...

Still satisfied!