-Qiao Zhen recited
In all life,
I am a weak person,
No one can calculate my sufferings and grievances.
But I don't want to win sympathy for it,
Although in the long night,
My limbs are covered with tears.
But the reproduction of life will not stop because of the change of seasons.
Yes, the scales of life are just,
Everyone belongs to this law from birth to death.
Life will not bring, death will not bring,
What is there to sigh about?
If you are the only one in the world of thought,
Then to live is to die.
For this, I forgive everything in the past,
All the injustice done to me, all the abuse done to me,
It's not mine. I never thought this would happen,
I never give up what belongs to me.
Peace with the world is not burying yourself,
No one can deprive me of my right to live.
Every heart has its own sun,
Every sun has a shining field.
Friends,
As long as I live,
As long as my delicate arms can be raised in the morning breeze,
I have green songs:
On the sunny hillside,
By the canal in Qing Dynasty,
Open my life.
I like this poem very much. I heard it occasionally at the graduation party in 2007. It took a long time to find it. I hope you like it. I hope I can help you. :)