1, believe in the future
When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove, when the smoke of 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 become dewdrops in late autumn, when my flowers cling to other people's feelings.
I still stubbornly wrote on the desolate land with frosted vines: Believe in the future.
I want to push away the waves running towards the horizon with my fingers, and I want to hold the sea of the sun with my palm.
The warm and beautiful pen swaying in the morning light wrote with the 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 brush away the dust of history, and she has pupils to see through the chapters of the years.
No matter how people feel about our rotting bodies, those lost sorrows and the pain of failure.
Is it to send moved tears and deep sympathy, or to give a contemptuous smile and bitter ridicule?
I firmly believe that people have countless explorations, strays, failures and successes about our spine.
I will definitely give a warm, objective and fair evaluation. Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their comments.
Friends, firmly believe in the future and indomitable efforts.
Believe in the youth who overcomes death, believe in the future and love life.
1968 Beijing.
This is 4: 08 Beijing time.
This is Beijing at 4: 08, a sea of hands turning;
At 4: 08 Beijing time, the majestic whistle sounded.
The tall buildings in Beijing Railway Station suddenly shook violently.
I looked out of the window in surprise, wondering what had happened.
My heart suddenly hurts. My mother's buttoned needle and thread must have penetrated my heart.
At this time, my heart became a kite, and the thread of the kite was in my mother's hand.
The rope is too tight and will break, so I have to stick my head out of the window lattice of the carriage.
Only then did I understand what had happened.
-Wave after wave of farewell will sweep the station;
Beijing is at my feet, moving slowly.
I waved to Beijing again, trying to grab his collar.
Then she shouted: always remember me, mom, Beijing!
I finally caught something, no matter whose hand it is, I can't let go.
Because this is my Beijing and my last Beijing.
196865438+February 20th.
3. Love life
Maybe my thin body is like climbing kudzu vine, and I can't grasp my own destiny.
Then please listen to my voice that keeps whispering in the biting wind and rain: I love life.
Perhaps after the fierce struggle of life, I died more peacefully than the lake.
Then please go to the cemetery to find my inscription, which also says: love life.
I make up my mind: use pain as a weight, I have confidence: use life as a scale.
I want to weigh the value of a person's life and ask future generations to follow my example: love life.
In fact, I cherish my winding wild path,
It is through this tortuous road that I realized how hard life is.
I walked barefoot like a waif, deeply feeling the hardness of hard rocks along the way.
Coupled with clumps of thorns blocking the road, I left a blood trail with every step.
I walk barefoot like a beggar, knowing the hunger and cold in winter snow.
And the scorching heat of the poisonous sun in summer makes me cherish every trace of warmth.
But I have the personality to challenge the old forces. Although I have experienced setbacks, I will never be complacent.
I can live tenaciously until now because I believe in the future and love life.
Extended data:
The works of forefinger basically follow the traditional way of four lines and one paragraph, seeking touching effect in the constant change of light and heavy sounds. He combined the time art of language with the space art of Chinese painting, and realized his artistic pursuit of "My poem is a window, and the window contains thousands of autumn snow in Xiling". His poems are simple, without flashy language.
His unique and personalized lyric poetry, which originated in the historical night of1960s and continued in the 1980s and 1990s, has irreplaceable leading significance to China's contemporary poetry.
At the same time, more importantly, he is a poet who witnessed his writing with his own life personality practice, a poet whose works and life prove each other, a poet with spiritual phenomenology and cultural specimen significance, and a poet who belongs to karl jaspers's "one-time writing", so he is also a touching poet.
His poems may have nothing to do with intelligent and complicated thoughts, but they belong to life, emotion, and life practice of unity of knowing and doing and symbiosis of humanities. He also succeeded in continuing the tradition and sense of form of "singing" in contemporary poetry, so that the "old" form gained new vitality.