Author: forefinger
When cobwebs mercilessly seal up my hearth
When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty
I still stubbornly pave the ashes of disappointment
Write with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future
When my purple grapes turn into dew in late autumn
When my flowers snuggle up to other people's feelings
. Finger waves that rush to the horizon
I want to use the palm of my hand to hold the sun
the warm and beautiful pen that flickers the dawn
Write with a child's pen: Believe in the future
The reason why I firmly believe in the future
is that I believe in people's eyes in the future
She has eyelashes that brush away the dust of history
She has pupils that can see through the chapters of the years
No matter. The pain of failure
is it touching tears, deep sympathy
or a contemptuous smile and bitter ridicule
I firmly believe that people will give a warm, objective and fair evaluation of our spine
the countless explorations, lost paths, failures and successes
Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their evaluation
friends. Firmly believe in the future
believe in indomitable efforts
believe in young people who have overcome death
believe in the future and love life
love life
Author: forefinger
Maybe my thin body is like a clinging kudzu vine,
I can't grasp my destiny's future,
Then please listen to my voice in the bitter wind and rain, < p!
Maybe after a fierce struggle in life,
I died more peacefully than the lake.
Then please go to the cemetery to find my inscription.
It still says: Love life.
I'm determined to use pain as a weight,
I'm confident: I'll use my life as a balance.
I want to weigh the value of a person's life,
I want future generations to follow my example: love life.
Indeed, I cherish my
winding wild path.
It is through this winding path that I realize such a hard life.
I walked barefoot like a waif,
I deeply felt the hardness of the hard rocks on the way,
Plus the thorns that stood in the way
I left a blood trail every step.
I walked with my back bare like a beggar,
I knew the hunger and coldness in winter snow,
it was as hot as the poisonous sun in summer,
which made me cherish every trace of warmth a hundred times.
But I have the personality to challenge the old forces.
Although I have suffered setbacks, I will never follow them lightly.
I can live tenaciously until now,
because I believe in the future and love life.
In p>1978, Beijing
bid farewell to youth
Author: forefinger
Farewell, youth
That all-night binge drinking
Now open the wine bottle filled with medicinal materials
Carefully fill the eight-dollar small wine cup
and then savor
a slightly bitter life < Willing to keep quiet
Although lonely, it is also easy
Farewell, youth
Seven points of our wisdom in the hot sun and heavy rain were used for smooth life
Finally fame and fortune raped virginity
Earned comfort and felt something was missing
Because we lost our soul, Farewell, youth.
1989
To Kane
Author: Pushkin
Written in 1825, Kane (18-1879): Pushkin met her in Petersburg. Later, when he was confined in the village of Mi Khailov, Kane came to San Shancun, near the village, and kept in constant contact with Pushkin. When Kane left, Pushkin,
if life deceives you
(1825)
if life deceives you,
don't be depressed or indignant!
Restrain yourself for a while when you are unhappy.
Believe it, and a happy day will come.
Our hearts are looking forward to the future.
Today is always sad:
Everything is temporary, fleeting,
and the lost will become lovely.
writing background this poem was written during Pushkin's exile by the czar, and it was written in the form of a gift poem to his neighbor, Eugene Brascia, the daughter of Oshipo doll. Nikolayev na? It's from the Foley album. The Russian revolution was in full swing there, but the poet was forced to be isolated from the world. Under such circumstances, the poet did not lose hope and fighting spirit. He loved life and pursued his ideals persistently, believing that light would come and justice would prevail.