Facing the Sea With Spring Blossoms
Author: Haizi
From tomorrow on, I want to be a happy person;
Comb hair, chop wood and travel around the world.
From tomorrow on, I will care about food and vegetables.
Living in a house facing the sea, spring is blooming.
From tomorrow on, write to everyone I love.
Tell them my happiness,
What did the lightning of happiness tell me,
I will distribute it to each of them.
Give every river and mountain a warm name.
Stranger, I will also wish you happiness.
I wish you a bright future!
May you lovers get married!
May you be happy on earth.
I only want to face the sea and spring blossoms.
2. The poem Believe in the Future was written by the poet's forefinger (real name: Guo Lusheng) at 1968. With its profound thoughts, beautiful artistic conception and catchy poetic style, this poem lets people know how to encourage themselves in adversity, how to persevere and give themselves hope for the future.
Believe in the future
Author: forefinger
When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove.
When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty
I still stubbornly smooth away 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
I still stubbornly use frosted vines.
Write on the desolate land: believe in the future.
I want to use my fingers to stir the waves that rush to the horizon.
I want to hold the sun in my hand.
The warm and beautiful pen flickers with the dawn.
Write with a child's pen: believe in the future.
I believe in the future.
Yes, I believe that people's eyes in the future
She brushed away the eyelashes of history.
She has a student who can read through the years.
No matter what people think of our rotting bodies.
Those lost blues, the pain of failure.
It was tears of emotion and deep sympathy.
Or give a contemptuous smile and bitter ridicule?
I firmly believe that people are interested in our spine.
Countless explorations, lost ways, failures and successes.
I will definitely give a warm, objective and fair evaluation.
Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their comments.
Friends, believe in the future,
Believe in indomitable efforts,
Young people who believe in overcoming death,
Believe in the future and love life.
1968 Beijing
3. The Happiness of Snowflakes is selected from Xu Zhimo's poetry anthology (Yilin Press 20 1 1 edition), which is a poem and a song written by modern poet Xu Zhimo. This poem was written on 1924, 12.30. Published in 1925, 65438+ 10, 17, Volume I, No.6 of Modern Review. It shows his pursuit of freedom, ideal and love!
Happy snow
Author: Xu Zhimo
If I were a snowflake,
Handsome in midair,
I have to know my direction clearly-
Fly, fly, fly,-
This land has my direction.
Don't go to that cold valley,
Don't go to the desolate foothills,
Don't be disappointed in the deserted streets-
Fly, fly, fly,-
Look, I have my direction!
Dancing in the air,
Identify quiet homes,
Waiting for her to visit in the garden—
Fly (Yang), fly (Yang), fly (Yang),-
Ah, she smells like cinnabar plum!
At that time, I relied on my lightness,
Yingying touched her skirt,
Close to her tender heart-
Dissolve, dissolve, dissolve-
Into her gentle heart!
(Note: The word "Yang" is different according to different versions. )
4. A Flowering Tree is a lyric poem written by Xi Murong on1980+1October 4th. The author expresses his understanding of nature by describing a flowering tree. That is, life is a continuous process, process, process, and everything she writes is touched by the scenes of life.
Flowering tree
Author: Xi Murong
How to let you meet me
In my best moment, for this.
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Begging for it makes us have a dusty relationship.
Then the Buddha turned me into a tree.
Follow the path you may take.
In the blooming flowers, I wait in the sun.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
Please listen carefully when you come near.
The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting,
You finally walked past without paying attention.
On the ground behind you
Friend, that's not a petal.
It is my withered heart
—— 1980. 10.4
(The above part is from Baidu)