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Nostalgia. Childhood.

Nostalgia is a small stamp.

I'm on this side, and my mother is on the other side.

Growing up, nostalgia is a narrow ticket.

I'm on this end and the bride is on that end.

Later, nostalgia is a low grave.

I'm outside, my mother is inside.

And now nostalgia is a shallow strait.

I'm on this side, and the continent is on the other side.

I wrote it, send it to my mailbox, and send it to you.

The farthest distance in the world.

The farthest distance in the world.

Rabindranath Tagore The farthest distance in the world.

Not the distance between life and death.

but I stand before you.

But you don't know that I love you.

The farthest distance in the world.

It's not me standing in front of you.

But you don't know that I love you.

It's love to obsession.

But you can't say I love you.

The farthest distance in the world.

It's not that I can't say I love you.

I want you to be heartbroken.

But I can only bury it deep in my heart.

The farthest distance in the world.

It's not that I can't say I miss you.

It's about loving one another.

But they can't be together.

The farthest distance in the world.

Not love one another.

But they can't be together.

But it was obviously impossible to resist this breath.

But I have to pretend I don't care.

The farthest distance in the world is not that it is obviously impossible to resist this breath.

But I have to pretend I don't care.

but with an indifferent heart.

Between you and the people who love you.

A ditch was dug that could not be crossed.

The farthest distance in the world.

Not tree-to-tree distance.

Rather, it is a branch that grows from the same root.

But they can't cling to each other in the wind.

The farthest distance in the world.

It's not that the branches can't cling to each other.

It's stars looking at each other.

But there is no intersecting trajectory.

The farthest distance in the world.

Not a trajectory between the stars.

Rather, even though the trajectories converge.

But in the blink of an eye, he was nowhere to be found.

The farthest distance in the world.

It's not like you're nowhere to be found in an instant.

Rather, they have not yet met.

It is destined not to be able to get together.

The farthest distance in the world.

It is the distance between the fish and the bird.

One is in the sky, and the other is deep at the bottom of the sea.

Love life. Wang Guozhen.

I don't think I'll be able to make it.

Since you have chosen the distance.

Just take care of the wind and rain.

I don't think about whether I can win love.

Since I love roses.

He bravely confided in his sincerity.

If I don't go, will there be cold rain and cold wind behind me?

Since the goal is horizon.

All that is left to the world is the back.

I don't think about whether the future will be flat or muddy.

Just love life.

Everything is expected.

Dedicated to the King of the Forest.

In that primeval forest.

I hear you.

Hear your mighty tiger roar.

You grasp the earth with your claws.

In that forest.

I smell you.

Smell your extraordinary breath.

I also smell blood flowing from your wounds.

You're stuck there.

Let the cold iron clamp attack your arrogance.

You are the king, you have been wronged like this.

But you say. You are powerless to deal with humans.

Are you going to give in?

Let humanity ruin the reputation of your king of the forest.

You're a king after all.

Although you have endured great pain.

But you still have extraordinary perseverance.

Stand up in the rising sun.

You are in a merciless iron grip with a ruthless human.

The final blow was delivered.

With your kingly courage.

Finally it worked.

Your blood stains the earth that gave birth to you.

DID YOU KNOW. That's when it was.

Your tears and mine have been blended together.

I will tell you in awe.

You. It's always you.

Gorky's "Petrel" has an imposing atmosphere, and the teachers will like it.

I like Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice".

Pushkin, "If Life Deceives You".

Xi Murong's "Out of the Stopper" and "The Ballad of the Great Wall".

"Love Life" Wang Guozhen.

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I don't think I'll be able to make it.

Since you have chosen the distance.

Just take care of the wind and rain.

I don't think about whether I can win love.

Since I love roses.

and be brave enough to confide in sincerity.

I don't think about whether there will be cold wind and rain behind me.

Since the goal is horizon.

All that is left to the world is the back.

I don't think about whether the future will be flat or muddy.

Just love life.

Everything is expected.

Love Life" index finger.

Maybe my thin body is like a climbing kudzu vine, unable to grasp the future of my own destiny, then please listen to my voice in the miserable wind and rain, still whispering repeatedly: love life.

Perhaps, after the fierce struggle of life, I will die more peacefully than the lake.

Then please go to the cemetery and look for my inscription, which will still be inscribed: Love life.

I have made up my mind: use pain as a weight, and I have confidence: with life as the balance, I want to weigh the value of a person's life, and I want future generations to take me as an example: love life.

Indeed, I cherish what belongs to me.

It was through this winding path that I realized that life was so difficult.

I walked barefoot like a wanderer, and felt the hardness of the edges and corners of the rocks along the way, and the clumps of thorns that stood in my way, leaving a trail of blood on every step I took.

I walked bareback like a beggar, knowing deep that the hunger and cold in the winter wind and snow, and the scorching heat of the poisonous sun in summer, made me cherish every trace of warmth a hundred times.

But I have a personality that challenges fate, and although I have been repeatedly defeated, I will not take it lightly.

I have been able to live tenaciously and live until now because I believe in the future and love life.

If Life Deceives You".

Russian) Pushkin.

If Life Deceives You".

Don't be sad, don't be anxious.

Melancholy days require composure.

Believe it, happy days will come.

The heart is always yearning for the future.

Now it's often melancholy.

Everything is instantaneous.

All will pass.

And that's gone.

It will become a kind nostalgia.

The Flower of Success" by Bing Xin.

Successful flowers, people only envy her current brightness!

However, at the beginning, her buds were soaked in the tears of struggle and sprinkled with the blood of sacrifice.

(1) "Duobai

I want to pluck the clouds

A white cloud

Led the song to drift with the wind.

Soft and soft. Textured babbling dao

It's so quiet that you can hear it back.

Hear, heartbeat.

November 28, 2008... Index finger poem "Love Life" Maybe my thin body is like a climbing kudzu vine, unable to grasp the future of my destiny, then please listen to my voice in the miserable wind and rain, still whispering repeatedly: love life.

Gu Cheng's "Gate Bai

How I wish there was a doorway.

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In the morning, the sun shines on the grass.

We stood. Holding on to his own door.

The door is low, but the sun is bright.

The grass is bearing its seeds.

The wind was shaking its leaves.

We stood and didn't speak.

It's wonderful.

There is a door, and it does not need to be opened.

If it's ours, it's wonderful.

In the morning, the night will wander.

We handed him the six-stringed instrument.

We're not leaving.

We need land.

The land that will never be destroyed is needed.

We're going to ride it.

Spend a lifetime. The land is rough and sometimes narrow.

However, it has a history.

There is a part of the sky, a part of the moon.

A portion of dew and morning.

We love the land.

We stood. Digging in the dirt with wooden shoes.

The door was also hot.

We leaned lightly, and it was very beautiful.

Grass behind the wall. Won't grow up again.

It touched the sun with just its fingertips.

1, "Homesickness" in the afterglow.

2, Xi Murong's "Homesickness";

3, Ao Hongliang's "Homesickness";

4, "Homesickness" by Beishi Zhuan;

5. Feng Zhi's genus.

Southern Nights;

6, Liu Bannongjiao's "How I Don't Want Her";

7, He Qifang's "Prophecy";

8, Lin Huiyin's "You Are the April Day in the World";

9, Xu Zhimo "Farewell Kangqiao";

10, Wen Yiduo's "Dead Water";

11, "To the Children of Heaven";

12, "For That Warm Lamp";

13, Zhou Guoping's "Encounter";

14, Ai Qing's "I Love This Land";

15, Guo Xiaochuan "Looking at the Starry Sky";

16, Guo Moruo's "Earth My Mother";

17, Zhou Cong's "Amorous Jiangnan Rain";

18, the happy wandering "Embracing Spring";

19, Xi Murong's "A Flowering Tree".