life
life
The snow on my head
tells me
I have entered winter
The ravine in front of my forehead
Tell me
Don’t be sad
The mud you have walked on
The hurdles you have crossed
And sometimes there are mountains that stand in the way of fate
All It is the scenery of the past
It is a compulsory course
It doesn’t matter if your back is bent
It doesn’t matter if your heart is tired
As long as there is sunshine and birdsong in the sky
Glittering waves are still flowing in the river
As long as there is strong breathing in the chest
Tenacious fire is spraying in the eyes
Embrace life with a vicissitudes of life
Embrace this colorful world
Maybe you will fall again
Maybe you will be stabbed by the strong wind
Blood is sprinkled on the runway of life
Maybe you set out at dawn
and were blocked by dusk
Maybe you were awakened by hope
and pushed into the swamp of despair
Maybe your journey of life is always hazy and windy and rainy
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Without the clear sky, rising sun, flowers and green grass
My dear, this is life.
Don’t be blinded by sadness.
Don’t be bound by depression.
The road ahead is full of thorns and traps
There is sunshine
and there is a flat road
Life is like the rolling waves of the sea
If you don’t want to be sucked into the whirlpool
you have to struggle desperately and fight
Seize the rainbow of life
Sing the unyielding song Song
Introduction to the author : Yue Ying (There is a Lamp in the Distance), born in 1963, is currently retired from Boshan Rural Commercial Bank. He was once a literary youth, and his poems occasionally appeared in newspapers and periodicals. Due to many reasons, his dream of poetry was interrupted for twenty years, and now he mentions it again. The pen is to not forget the original intention and add color to life.
Life
In fact, I have been unable to find the topic
Life and living are not the same thing
How to think and how to say are not the same thing
Clouds and rain are not the same thing
I love you and you love me are not the same thing
Old A dog never barks at night
I seem to I almost need to say something
I have long forgotten what life is like
Those nights when the spring breeze is intoxicating
Those days when the autumn wind blows the thin moonlight
Those children who look at me quietly
Those brilliantly blooming flower trees
If I want to talk about life
then Let’s talk about the loneliness passing through the branches
From the joy and sorrow in the bottom of my heart Liang talks about
night, and there are many secrets to be hidden
A girl is happy to have a family
A woman is pessimistic and world-weary
A man silently wipes away his tears
A child is happily held in his arms
Otherwise, let's start with the flowers
Daisies Give your youth to the confinement of a glass bottle
The old locust tree pondered the meaning of life with its mouth slumped
Survival or destruction
Blooming or withering
Who is happier, the chrysanthemum in the wild or the sister in the vase
The butterfly has no say
The fish in the water cannot drown itself
I pretended to be a bee to find out the news
This A plum blossom has seen the world.
can accurately describe snow. Texture and temperature
The subtle fragrance of Tang poetry and Song lyrics is only dedicated to Yi
To the footprints walking in the snow
The mink fur, the guqin humming in front of the window
Incense, the heater held in the hand
I, a rough man, step lightly
Standing humbly outside the snow country
I am afraid that the plum blossoms will fly away and the magpie
will be born In the depths of life, I can reserve a glass of wine.
Waiting for you to listen to the rain.
I have been delayed too much.
I need to hurry up.
I would rather this day be the end.
Treasure this moon.
Erase all the footprints that I have walked.
Hidden bitterness
Joy that cannot be shown
The deer should look back and smile
Be happy to fall in love with a young man
The moon sitting on the balcony
Trying to bend itself into a bow
Just like I try to turn the night into day
Put the moon into snow
Put out the messy life order
who is lying or prophesying
men and women alike Untrustworthy
Neither cats nor dogs can be trusted.
The cry of thunder and the whisper of the wind cannot be trusted.
The secretly forged cluster of arrows Extremely sharp.
Accurately shooting at the heart of life
About the author: Wang Zhengjun, a man who can catch fish. Woodcutter, a backpacker who understands life and loves traveling. Teacher at Boshan Experimental Middle School, editor-in-chief of the journal "Literary Boshan", and member of Zibo Writers Association. He has more than 100 poems and essays scattered in magazines and newspapers, and has published three collections of personal poems, essays, and miscellaneous notes.
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