Some people are afraid of light, while others are full of hatred for light, because the acupuncture from light hurts their selfish eyes.
2. In order to steal and monopolize wealth, all tyrants, treacherous courtiers in various dynasties and greedy people in history tried their best to imprison light, because light can awaken people.
3. Personal pain and happiness must be integrated into the pain and happiness of the times.
4. Why do I often cry? Because I love this land deeply.
There is no eternal night in the world and there is no eternal winter in the world.
Exquisite passages from Ai Qing's selected poems 1. Hair flows through your fingers, like waves, leaving years of hardship on your forehead. Your eyes are flowing through your fingers, your eyes are sad and your lips are tight. There is one who flows through your fingers, with my breath and my body temperature, but I am silent. Perhaps unfortunately, because of you, I have extended my life.
2. From the ancient tomb, from the dark ages, from the other side of the stream of human death. Shocked by the sleeping mountains, if the steam wheel rotates on the sand dunes, the sun rolls towards me, breathing life with unspeakable light, making tall trees and branches dance with it, and making rivers run towards it with crazy songs. When it came, I heard the insect pupae in winter go underground, the masses spoke loudly in the open fields, and the city called it from a distance with electricity and steel. So my heart was torn apart by the hand of fire, and my stale soul was abandoned by the river. I am full of confidence in human regeneration.
3. Where do you live? I have lived in the mountains for thousands of years. I have lived in rocks for thousands of years. Your age-I'm older than mountains and rocks. When did you become silent? Did you die in deep resentment from the time when dinosaurs ruled the forest and the earth's crust shook for the first time? Dead. No, no, I'm alive. Please give it to me.
In the area where the Yellow River flows, at the bottom of countless dry rivers, the unicycle, with its unique wheels, makes the gloomy sky twitch, passes through the cold and silence, and sends out the sadness of the people in the north from one end of the mountain to the other. In the days of freezing snow and ice, between poor villages and small villages, unicycle uses separated wheels to describe deep ruts on the gray loess layer and cross the vast desert. From this road to that road, the sorrows of the people in the north are intertwined.
Even if we are candles, we should start to dry when the candles turn into ashes and tears; Even if we are just a game, we should shine once at the critical moment; Even if our bones rot after death, they will turn into phosphorus fire and burn in the wilderness.