Spring Day Reading Poetry (II)

Spring, needs courage.

Erich Fromm says: With courage, there is an opportunity for change.

No matter how the spring tides surge and recede, or the snow melts in the darkness, or the rain beats against the raft, we should not evade or reject it.

The budding willows, full of vitality, March days are easily missed, time slips by, we must cherish it.

When you turn over the grassland on the high mountain, cross the reef, courage becomes the most vibrant color in life.

This issue of SOHU Culture invites you to Spring Day Reading Poetry, adding courage to life.

‘Dreams in My Heart’ (excerpt)

Author: Tao Yong

I come from Anhui. At the age of seven, a high fever left me unable to see;

I come from Hebei, and I have been suffering from malignant tumors since childhood, and I had both eyes removed;

I come from Shandong, I was born there and it was empty from the beginning;

Sunlight and shadow, I cannot distinguish.

Love and sweetness, I cannot possess.

Others only occasionally worry,

While we are always troubled.

Because the beauty everyone talks about,

We can never know.

I'm scared. But there's still a glimmer of hope in my heart!

I hope one day I can use the income earned by working, to buy my parents a new outfit and a new pair of socks.

Tell me a secret in a quiet voice.

When it’s late at night and people are quiet,

Everyone misses home,

They pick up the phone to talk to their parents.

I can imagine their white hair and endless longing.

I will try my best,

To let my parents not live in darkness because I am blind.

I hold the light in my hands,

Illuminating everyone’s face.

‘I Wish I Were a Stream’ (excerpt)

Author: Petofi (Hungary)

I wish I were a raft, a raft on the river, moored on the shore of the vulgar, waiting for…

As long as my friend is a passenger, resting in my body.

I wish I were a wooden horse, a wooden horse on the grass, silently waiting in the playground of childhood.

As long as my friend is a soaring bird, roosting on my shoulder after the storm.

I wish I were dew, the source of life, scattered with hope on the vast earth.

As long as my friend is a faded flower, remembering me after aging.

I wish I were a cloud, a soft bed in the sky, calling my friends, drifting, drifting…

As long as my friend is a rainbow after the rain, weaving fairy tales in the sky.

‘Mountain High, Road Long’

Author: Wang Guozhen

Yelling is the silent explosion

Silence is the silent summons

No matter whether it’s passionate or quiet

I pray that if the distance calls me, I will go to the distance.

If the mountains call me, I will go to the mountains.

My feet are worn, so let the setting sun mark the path.

My hands are torn, so let the thorns become azaleas.

There is no road longer than feet.

There is no mountain higher than people.

‘Spring Day Reading Poetry’ will launch with 8 keywords and 24 poems in March.

The wind blows ten miles, not as good as poetry and picture scenery.

Next time, we will use poetry to experience the temperature of missing you.

Appendix: Past issues

(1) Hope: No matter how long the winter night is, spring will always come | Spring Day Reading Poetry

*Article pictures are all from the Internet, copyright belongs to the original author *

Editor/Liu Shanshan, Review/Ren Hui

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