Author: Bai Lan
There is a hope/ buried deep/ perhaps/ it is a long feeling/ or/ a soft thought
Hope/ like a strong wing/ flying freely in the blue sky/ the persistence/ is fascinating/
Easy to say/ blessing
Hope you/ always/ always/ I hope that you will always have a smile on your face, youthfulness in your heart, happiness in your family, peace in your life, and especially good health
Life is like a play, and the years are like a song
The world will be colorful and bright because of you
Because of you, the boat of my life will keep on going, and will be able to glide to the faraway future
Grip your hope
Grip your hope
Hold on to it.
Holding on to hope
Some sorrows
Linger in my mind
Some worries
Tap in my heart
Once upon a time
I was proud
And when
I was proud
The reality
It is always so cruel
What you want
What I want
I want
I want
I want
I want
I want
That's why I'm here.
It's always in the distant sky
The rainy sky
The fragile heart silently
Sighs and trembles
Dark corners
The bruised heart
Hoping for, waiting for
The bright light of dawn
I'm trekking through the hustle and bustle of the city
I'm not sure what I'm talking about, I just want to be there for you.
My father's advice
is like a sapling in the sun
growing up
The contrast between the ideal and the reality
step by step, step by step
pushes the helpless me to the edge of the precipice
Bottomless abyss
isn't it the right place for me to be?
The rocks at the edge of the cliff were torn into strips by the wind
A small grass
was growing upward with a smile
like rays of golden sunlight
warming my tired heart
I sighed silently
and then sobbed
The wind became stronger
but it couldn't stop the fire of my heart from spreading.
Facing the gale with my head held high
No need for primitive prayers
I still hold on to my childhood beliefs
My future is not a dream!
The Pursuit of Hope
Writer: Ai Botao
Time: 2003-10-02 12:03:33
What is hope?
One that stands in the way,
and doesn't let people rest in the spring.
Sometimes a long night ,
Sinking into silence after ;
But miss you like home.
There are doubts in your eyes,
and there are glimmers in your eyes;
Facing you on your knees.
Silence is the wine, shyness is the rush
Drunkenness is the vomit of a thousand;
Are you there? The pursuit
beats sharply like a drum!
At times it beats the skin of the drum ,
The pursuit of the place where all things ,
pounce on the fierce lions ;
Who has reached there?
The place I hope for .
Hope
Hope is a light in a dark night,
guiding us in the direction of our stride,
and it is because of it that we can fight.
Hope is a warm current in the snow and ice,
inspiring us to persevere in the fight,
It is because of it that we can ride the frontier.
Hope is a pair of angel's wings,
carrying our desire to fly to heaven,
It is because of it that we can chase our dreams.
Hope is a wildflower in a vast grassland,
blossoming with our wish to return to nature,
it is because of it that we can get what we want.
Hope is a page of truth in a short life,
Interpretation of our belief in overcoming difficulties,
It is because of it that we can sail away.
How I wish that at this moment you are looking at the sea from the railings
I am the waves lapping at the shore and calling you dearly How I wish that you are looking at the moon The moon is my smiling eyes, and I have you in my eyes, and you have me in your eyes How I wish that you are wearing the pure white silk when you are strolling around I am the wind, and I am the wind that floats you and is with you, and I am the wind that is with you, and I am the wind that is with you.References:
Party Flag, Burning up the Hope (recitation poem)
The first collision of hammer and sickle
brought hope to this land
Once upon a time
Drunkenly picking out a sword
Heroic tears and blood
Rusted a good wish
It's a dead land
There's a deep tunnel under the mine shafts
Do expectant eyes gasp for breath
The seeds that have been dried up for generations
Have tender hands ever knocked on the sun of tomorrow
Ah, hope, hope
The clash of hammer and sickle
Burned that very, very long dream
What a night that was
The hoisting of the flag
The ropes of the flag raising
were tightened into the flesh of our hands
The doves in the distant sky carried away the last vestige of darkness
The sun dyed us red along with the flag
Oh, hope, hope
The old spinning wheel in the kiln
is still squeaking
The stone mill at the mouth of the village
repeats the footprints of yesterday's footsteps
. Yesterday's footprints
A great wise man
Cracked the circle full of question marks
We left the boots we walked into fossilized
The dense forests of the apes
We're gone
We're so fast we walked out of a cyclone
Whooping and hollering flags startled the whole world
Ah, hope, hope
The sacred fire of the cruiser Avror went out
The streets of Sarajevo burned
On the other side of the mountain
Seeds gave birth to fleas
Hope turned into prayerful incense
Dazzled and flew
Hammerheads and scythes clung to our land
We Harvest the sun and the sunrise
Weave our own banners
We used to walk
Wafting with the scent of wheat
Deep and far
Curving with the incense song full
We kept on walking
Ah, hope, hope
Hope (Poem)
Ghosts and fire live forever
Kiss me
Communicating through the window
The world's most imperceptible
Last flicker of aura
Stemming the sound
Glass blurring
......
Starry skies shine brightly
I've argued here before
Falling flowers
Does it rise or fall?
Or are the words dancing in the air
The wind has risen
The sound of the mast swaying
The old white-haired woman walks toward the darkness ......
The Dictionary of Life (Prose Poetry)
Tracing the blood of men with the sentences of life, flipping through the sunlight of life women's femininity, and illuminate their lives with the ray of red of life.
A beam of sunshine, turn over the dictionary of life, a healthy word, a bold poem, wandering in the wilderness of life. The poetic words of the sun, is the seed of the ideal, in the bright light, it is about to germinate, it is about to grow into an oily tree, bloom full of flowers. Sunshine, comes and goes. The verb of life, starting from the heart and following the veins, rushes out, radiant. And with the thought of a sharp sword, spitting out the sharpness of the years, plowing through the mask of history. Under the sky of history, verses like flowers, open in splendor. Rising wind, starting from the riverbank of history, has been upward, arriving at the square of life, so that the flavor of life on the square permeates everywhere, so that the green leaves on the tree of the times, fluttering out of the impassioned poetry. One night, thoughts like fire, pierced through the walls of the night, gathering starlight, reaching into the world's colorless heart. Starlight and firelight intertwine to make the verses of life sparkle and shine right into the brightness we yearn for. Another beam of sunshine, is the seed of thought, planted into the life, implanted in the heart, so that we stand on the stage of life, not lost． However, the pursuit of life, as in the poetry of the mountain road, zigzagging upward, detecting the sky of happiness. Listen, the vast mountains in the call, the echo of life, there is a kind of friendship, from the baptism of blood and fire. Listen to the waves of the river, the color of life, there is a kind of green, and the sun under a certain cause similar. Listen, our friends are reciting, there is a word called cherish, and only after losing it do we know how precious it is. Poetry is in the air, and we take the ship of life to the garden of heaven, where flowers, full of piety, worship us. We make a pilgrimage. The flowery garments of childhood, worn like a delicate flower, under the care of green leaves, bloom more and more colorful. We climb. Ideal kite, wearing the wings of wisdom, through the times have the east wind, flying into the holy land of science. We have. With hard-working hands, digging the square of the heart, take the source of living water, brewing harvest has fragrance. The days of blood loss, white, white as the bottom color of life. Many days, mental trance, memory loss. After waking up, there will be a few white Chinese characters, from the dictionary of life out, to life coated with a layer of excellent white. With this white, and then pick up some of the original color of life, you can construct the tree of life, drawing the sky of life. The light of those days, extraordinarily bright, shining on our faces, the flowers are differently red. Those days of rain, unusually large, fell on us, the earth in the night wet. Those days, there were many things, remembered in our hearts, life is heavy from now on. How many years later, we all grew into our own burdens, we decided to let go of ourselves, take the poetic language, and drift with the heart.Song of Hope
By Liu Hengwu
The song of hope,
the song of spring,
the spring that ushers in the budding of all things.
The song of hope,
The song of summer,
The colorful flowers bloom in summer.
The song of hope,
The song of autumn,
The joy of harvest in autumn.
The song of hope,
The song of winter,
The song of winter that nurtures that new hope.
The song of hope,
The song of the sea of clouds,
The rainbow after the rain shines in the sea of clouds.
The song of hope,
The song of bumps in the road,
The bumps in the road never give up that hope.
The song of hope,
The song of spring water,
The sweetness of spring water flows in the heart.
Song of hope,
Picturesque song,
Picturesque poetry like the turquoise sky.
The song of hope,
The song of grandeur,
The grandeur is like the clouds of the sky.
Song of hope,
Song of splendor,
Splendor in which sprouts that true love.
The song of hope,
The song of youth,
The dance of passion in youth.
The song of hope,
The song of joy,
The song of joy resounds in the four seas.
The song of hope,
The song of freshness,
Fresh colors dress up life.
Song of hope,
Fresh song,
Fresh pictures paint the earth.
Songs of hope,
Songs of joy,
Songs of joy to that faraway land.
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The Light of Hope
By Liu Hengwu
The light of hope,
accompanied by the autumn wind,
comes gently.
The light of hope,
with a smile,
opened the wings of happiness.
The sea of the past,
like the clouds on the sky,
has drifted away with the wind.
The tide is rising and falling,
like the waves of the sea,
on the stage of life,
dancing freely.
The splendor of the past,
left an unforgettable night.
Once upon a time,
the stirring music,
accompanied by the song into the heart,
see,
the sailing ship of life has set sail.
The love of the heart,
like hard work,
looking back,
the wasted years,
I sang a happy song.
The moment of happiness,
I saw the Temple of Heaven in the East.
The days of hardship,
I have endured the brutal ordeal.
In the moment of pain,
I thought of my beloved from afar.
In a moment of joy,
I heard the call of my beloved.
This is a new era,
when the light of hope begins to shine.
The light of hope has begun to shine.