Chapter 44: believe in future

Shen Long knew that almost all educated youths were confused about the future. Food could fill their stomachs, but they could not satisfy their spirits. After thinking for a while, Shen Long recited from a low but firm voice,
"When the spider web ruthlessly sealed my stove,
When the ashes of the ashes sighed the sadness of poverty,
I still stubbornly flatten the ashes of disappointment,
Write with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future! "
The crying in the cave gradually stopped. Hu Jianjun, Jiang Shaoan, Qinling, Sun Xiaoxia and others raised their heads and silently looked at Shen Long.
"When my purple grapes turned into the dew of late autumn,
When my flowers are nestled in the feelings of others,
I still stubbornly use the frosted dry vine,
Wrote on the desolate earth: believe in the future! "
Qin Ling remembered her life from bright to bleak, from enthusiasm to frustration, from full to exhausted experience, which reminded her of
All the frustrated, lonely, unpleasant associations in life, but the last sentence "believe in the future" strongly shocked her soul, this is the belief that sublimates from suffering.
"I'm going to use my fingers to surf the sky,
I want to use my palm to hold the sun,
Swaying the warm and beautiful pen of the dawn,
Write in your child's style: Believe in the future! "
Hu Jianjun and Jiang Shaoan felt the power in poetry and Shen Long ’s pride, like a lightning bolt
The dark clouds in their hearts.
"The reason why I firmly believe in the future,
Is the eyes of people who I believe in the future,
She has eyelashes that lifted the historical dust,
She has pupils who read through the chapters of years! "
Sun Xiaoxia, Liu Ying, Liu Weihong, Zhao Hongxia, Wang Liping, Jin Hongmei also seemed to have such a pair of eyes, seeing the future
To radiate a ray of light.
"No matter what people say about our rotten flesh,
Those lost melancholy, the pain of failure,
Is moved to tears and deep sympathy,
Still gives a contemptuous smile, a bitter taunt;
I firmly believe that people have regard to our spine,
Countless times of exploration, lost, failure and success,
Will definitely give a passionate, objective and fair evaluation,
Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their assessment;
Friends, firmly believe in the future!
Believe in persevering efforts!
Believe in the young who defeated death!
Believe in the future and love life! "
In the last three paragraphs, the belief in the future is like a newborn sun, which shocks the soul of every educated youth,
This poem has the most charming colors, like the warmest dry wood, which warms the hearts of the educated youths.
As soon as the poem was over, Qin Ling could not wait to ask, "Kui Yong, did you write this poem?"
"No, it was written by a Beijing-based educated youth named Guo Lusheng. Some friends felt very suitable for us educated youths, so I wrote to tell me specifically." Guo Lusheng's pen name index finger, this song "Believing the Future" was encouraged by me this year. Widely circulated among the educated youth, the index finger is also known as the "educated youth poetry soul".
"Good writing, this is the poem written for our educated youth! Kui Yong, where is that letter? Take it out and let's see it." The big guy immediately grabbed Shen Long to take out the letter, and they were all ready to take this Copy the poem and send it to your friends.
"Yesterday I couldn't cook anymore, so I used the letter to set it on fire." Shen Long scratched his head embarrassedly. In fact, there was someone who wrote to him and talked about the index finger's poems. Turned out in memory.
"Hey, how can you burn this kind of thing!" The big guy unanimously condemned Shen Long. He didn't stop until he agreed to write this poem silently. During the silent writing, the educated youths held their breathing stations one after another. Behind him, quietly watching lines of poetry appear on white paper.
After writing it silently, all the educated youths took out their most precious notebooks and copied out the "Believe the Future" one stroke at a time.
On the evening of the New Year ’s Eve, in the cave of the educated youth at Baidian Village, Hongwei Commune, the second half of the New Year ’s Eve dinner became a poetry recital. Flowing.
With the encouragement of this poem, everyone's mood is getting better gradually. Seeing the calm smile on their faces and the hope flashing in their eyes, Shen Long thought about it. Does the charm of literary works care about this? Sometimes a poem can sweep away the haze in people's hearts, a song can make everyone courageous, a novel can change the life of some people ...
Dumplings were finished by them, and the wine delivered by Bai Mingchuan was also consumed by them. The big guys returned to their caves to sleep, but Shen Long's brain was very sober, and he couldn't sleep for a while.
He thought it was too stuffy in the cave, so he pushed the door out and came to the flat ground outside the cave to look up at the night sky. At this time the snow had stopped and there were no clouds in the sky. Today is the thirtieth day, the moon cannot be seen, but it is illuminated by a few stars In the sky, the Milky Way traversed the sky like a silver ribbon. Shen Long raised his eyes and looked up at the sky, immersed in this beautiful starry sky.
"Why are you still not sleeping?" Qin Ling's voice came from behind.
"I can't sleep out and breathe." Shen Long didn't look back and sat down to leave a place for Qinling.
Qin Ling came to him and sat down, embracing his arm, leaning his head in his arms, also looking up at the starry sky, "The starry sky tonight is so beautiful!"
"Let me sing a song for you!" Shen Long looked back at the cave ~ EbookFREE.me ~ People who were afraid of waking up and sleeping, so they took Qinling a few more steps and came to the village outside the wheat stack, the wheat stack A hole was cut, and the two of them just got into it.
"I haven't heard you sing in a long time. What song will you sing for me today?" Qin Ling's eyes were full of expectation.
"A song about starry sky, um, English song." After finishing speaking, Shen Long sang slowly, "Starry-starry-night,
Paint-your-palette-blue-and-grey, look-out-on-a-summer \ 's-day, with-eyes-that-know-the-darkness-in-my-soul ...... "
This is a song written by American singer Don McLean to Van Gogh. The song is called "Vincent". He expressed his deep understanding and respect for Van Gogh in poetic language.
Qin Ling still can't understand the meaning of the lyrics, but this melody is enough to make her intoxicated. After singing all over, Shen Long translated the lyrics to her sentence by sentence. Van Gogh's experience caused a strong resonance in Qin Ling. This song even She was more shocked than the previous "Believe in the Future".
Shen Long felt that Qin Ling ’s body in his arms was getting hotter and hotter, and there was more and more serious fog in Qin Ling. Before the lyrics had been translated, Shen Long ’s mouth was blocked by a pair of warm lips; Shen Long could n’t help himself Starting to respond, the two young bodies shivered violently, trying to be hit by a huge current ...
Shen Long's hands unbuttoned Qin Ling's buttons, and Qin Ling's skin was whiter than the snow on the ground ... Qin Ling issued a painful scream, his arms clenched Shen Long, and his nails fell deeply into Shen Long's back ... …