Excerpts from poems by Tagore, Yu Guangzhong and Shu Ting, the more the better.

Time is the wealth of change. The clock imitates it, but only change has no wealth.

Nothing can resist time devouring everything.

If my childhood could be repeated, I wouldn't waste any more time. I will spend every minute reading!

If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you will also miss the stars.

Those who have the courage to try to solve new problems in their lives are the people who make society great! Those who only live by the rules are not making society progress, but making society survive.

Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.

We shouldn't keep our friendship at any cost. If friendship must be sacrificed for the greater love, there is no way; But if we can keep it up, then we can really achieve a perfect state.

Making more friends with peers is undoubtedly a good way to treat heart disease.

Don't lend your friend the merit in your own pocket, it's an insult to him.

Sometimes, two people who have never met before may really become bosom friends as soon as they meet.

Flowers make the air full of fragrance, but its ultimate task is to dedicate itself to you.

Where I found my friends, I was born again.

If we don't control our habits, when we are young and energetic, it won't show its influence immediately. But it gradually consumes this energy. When we get old, we have to settle our accounts and pay off the debts that led to our bankruptcy.

Tagore's quotations

There will always be some painful and happy things, willing and unwilling, knowing and not knowing, awake and confused. But if you have religious feelings in your heart, you will also find peace in pain. Otherwise, you can only work in anger, jealousy, hatred and nagging.

Thought feeds itself in its own language and grows up.

A rational heart is like a sharp knife. This is called bleeding on the user's hand.

Although life is only a few decades of spring and autumn, it is by no means a dream of disillusionment, but has endless praise; Follow the truth and life will last forever.

Youth, is it always imprisoned in a narrow circle? You have to tear open the temptation net of old age.

Youth is inexperienced and capricious.

Tagore poems

When the brilliance of youth gradually fades away, the inner personality of never aging is more clearly revealed on a person's face and eyes, as if it were the result of living in the same place for a long time.

As soon as people's youth is over, there will be a beautiful mature period, named autumn. At this time, the fruit of life, like cooked rice, is waiting for harvest in a beautiful and calm atmosphere.

Learning must be combined with hard work.

Knowledge is the crystallization of precious stones, and culture is the luster of precious stones.

In your carefree life when you were young, all the doors in your home were open.

As soon as a person's youth is over, there will be a mature period as beautiful as autumn. At this time, the fruit of life, like cooked rice, is waiting for harvest in a beautiful and calm atmosphere.

Faith is a bird. When it is still dark tomorrow, it touches the dawn and eulogizes it.

The cause of fruit is lofty, and the cause of flowers is sweet, but let's do the cause of leaves, which are humbly and intently covered.

The river of truth flows through the ditch of his mistakes.

Hold it high in the light and put it in the shadow of death. Put it in the night box with your stars, and in the morning, let it find itself in the flowers that bloom in prayer.

If all mistakes are shut out, so will truth.

The river of truth runs through the ditch of his mistakes.

Eternal dedication is the truth of life. Its perfection is the perfection of our life.

Life is not limited to the daily actions of human beings to pursue practical goals, but is manifested in human beings participating in a cosmic rhythm and proving their existence in various ways.

Once, we dreamed that everyone was a stranger. When we wake up, we know that we love each other.

Once we dreamed that we were strangers. We woke up and found that we were dear to each other.

My heart is a bird in the wilderness, and I found the sky in your eyes.

My heart, the bird of the wilderness, has found the sky in your eyes.

It is the tears of the earth that keep her smile in bloom.

It is the tears of the earth that keep her smile in bloom.

If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you will also miss the stars.

If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.

You can't see yourself, all you see is your own shadow.

You can't see yourself, all you see is your shadow.

The waterfall sings, "I have a song when I am free."

The waterfall sings, "When I am free, I have a song."

You smiled slightly and said nothing to me. And I feel like I've been waiting for this for a long time.

You smile and don't say anything to me, and I feel that I have been waiting for this for a long time.

Man can't express himself in his history, he tries to stand out in it.

Man can't show himself in his history, he can only struggle forward in history.

Like the meeting of seagulls and waves, we meet and come near. The seagulls flew away, the waves rolled away and we parted.

Like the meeting of seagulls and waves, we meet and come near. The seagulls flew away, the waves rolled away, and we parted.

When we are very humble, we are closest to greatness.

When we are very humble, we are closest to greatness.

Never be afraid of this moment-the eternal voice sings like this.

Never be afraid of the moment-the voice of eternity sings.

"Perfection" decorates itself beautifully for the love of "incompleteness".

"Perfection" dresses itself with beauty for the love of "imperfection".

Mistakes can't stand failure, but truth is not afraid of failure.

Mistakes can't stand failure, but correctness can.

This lonely evening is shrouded in fog and rain, and I feel its sigh in my inner loneliness.

This lonely evening is covered with fog and rain, and I feel its sigh in my lonely heart.

We read the world wrong and said it deceived us.

We read the world wrong and say it deceives us.

Humans build dikes for themselves.

People set obstacles for themselves.

Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.

Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.

I remembered many other times floating on the stream of life, love and death, and these times were forgotten, so I felt the freedom to leave this world.

I think of other times floating on the stream of life, love and death. They are forgotten and I feel free to die.

Just walk there, don't stay and pick flowers to save them, because the flowers will continue to bloom along the way.

Just walk there, don't stop to collect flowers for preservation, because the flowers will continue to bloom along the way.

Thoughts pass through my heart like a flock of wild ducks flying across the sky. I heard them flapping their wings.

Thoughts pass through my mind like a flock of wild ducks flying across the sky. I hear the sound of their wings.

"Who drives me forward like fate?" "That's me, striding behind my back."

Who drives me forward like fate? I strode on my back by myself.

Our desire lends the color of the rainbow to a life that is just a mist.

Our desire lends the color of the rainbow to the life that is just a mist.

Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sign.

Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sign.

It is the tears of the earth that keep her smile in bloom.

It is the tears of the earth that keep the earth young.

The boundless desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.

The desert passionately pursues the love of green leaves, who shake their heads and fly away with a smile.

The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Are you willing to bear the burden of lameness?

Dancing water! When the sands in your way beg for your song and movement, will you bear the burden of their lameness?

Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart, like the evening arrival in the silent forest.

Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening in the silent forest.

I can't choose the best. The best choice is me.

I can't choose the best, but the best chose me.

Those who carry the lamp on their backs cast their shadows in front of them.

People who carry lanterns have shadows to cover the road ahead.

Rest belongs to work as eyelids belong to eyes.

Rest belongs to work just as eyelids belong to eyes.

The waterfall sings, "When I am free, I have a song." . ''

The waterfall sings, "When I am free, I have a song. 」

Stars are not afraid to look like fireflies.

Stars are not afraid to appear, because they are like fireflies.

When we are very humble, we are closest to greatness.

When we are extremely humble, we are almost great.

The sparrow feels sorry for the peacock's burden on its tail.

Sparrows are worried about peacocks because they have tails.

"Perfection" dresses itself with beauty for the love of "imperfection".

"Perfection" decorates itself more beautifully for the love of "incompleteness".

The waterfall sings, "Although the thirsty only need a small amount of water, I happily gave all my water." . ''

The waterfall sings, "Although a little water is enough for the thirsty, I am willing to give everything I have."

The woodcutter's axe begged the tree for its handle, and the tree gave it.

The woodcutter's axe asked the tree for its handle, and the tree gave it.

We read the world wrong and say it deceives us.

We read the world wrong and say it deceives us.

People who want to do good are knocking at the door; The lover found the door open.

People who want to do good knock at the door; The lover saw that the door was open.

The scabbard protects the sharpness of the sword, but it is content with its own dullness.

The scabbard protects the sharpness of the sword, but it is content with its own dullness.

Yu Guangzhong:

Blind fortune teller

The cold huqin extended the afternoon,

There is not a customer in the streets;

He hugged Hu Qin and complained to dusk:

Walking empty for a day only earns loneliness!

He can clearly know the fate of others,

His own fate is being dragged:

A girl will spend the rest of her life with him,

A crutch tastes the ups and downs of his life!

1950. 1 1.8

inspiration

Your radiant tropical bird,

Happiness flies back and forth on my head,

Every time I break free,

Only one blue feather fell.

I picked it up and stuck it on the edge of my hat.

Pedestrians are surprised to see it.

Oh, how can I catch flying birds,

Let them see exactly like me!

1952. 10. 10

Drink 1842 wine.

What fragrant and bright red grape blood!

So warm, slowly pouring into my chest,

My happy heart is full of summer nights in southern Europe,

Pregnant with the golden sunshine on the Mediterranean coast,

And the nightingale in Provence.

When slender fingers first pluck you from the branches,

Round and plump, full of life-threatening plasma,

Bai Langning and Elizabeth never eloped across the Strait.

But Mazzocca Island once lived in george sand and Chopin.

Shelley lies beside Keats' grave.

At that time, you hung on the top of the grape trellis,

Gently swayed by the warm wind blowing from Africa on the other side;

At night, I silently look up at the starry sky in southern Europe.

Maybe someone will meet at the bottom of the frame and stare at the stars.

Suck on wine sweeter than my arms.

Maybe, ah, maybe there's a ripe grape,

Falling quietly because of the burden of honey juice,

Arouse the characters in the kiss and make them smile at each other.

Listen to who serenades in the distance and who is accompanying the guitar;

Life blooms on a warm and dense summer night.

But all this withered with that summer.

Thousands of miles away, a hundred years ago, someone else's past,

Who else knows except me, who is slightly drunk? Any other person

Can you recall which grave was buried with a pick?

The caress she would rather insist on is long gone!

Everything is gone except this magic cup in my hand.

It also hosted the Spring Festival Evening and summer morning in a foreign country a century ago!

Violet zombies have long decayed and turned to grass ash.

The blood left behind is still so bright red, and there is still a residual temperature.

To moisten the lips of oriental teenagers.

1955.9.29

Starting at 37 degrees

From 37 degrees, gravity is heavy.

If I land on Jupiter, it will suddenly increase to 274 pounds.

Watch eleven months spinning in space.

Standing on the Cretaceous active volcano, fighting dinosaurs alone.

The earth is shaking violently. If the earth is going to derail,

Seven-color fire spits poison everywhere.

The ghost defected and rushed out of the iron gate of hell.

And shouting, chasing behind me;

Nightmares rode me to the cliff of the Grand Canyon.

Only the soul is standing in the tsunami of memories.

Tropical heart, 40 degrees Celsius, white blood cells and red blood cells.

Race horses on the bloody road.

In the end, everything fell silent.

The universe stopped on a watch, and I woke up at the white South Pole.

The nurse stood next to me, a fat female penguin.

Reach out your right finger and touch your flat body.

Blood is cold, and I find myself a fish.

1957.9.9

West Luo Qiao

Suddenly, the soul of steel woke up.

Serious silence clanged.

The sea breeze in Xiluo Plain shakes this force pattern, which is beautiful.

Net, shake this violently.

Every nerve in the tower of will,

It shook violently and screamed in despair.

The teeth of nails are clenched tightly, and the hands of iron arms are tightly held.

Serious silence.

So, my soul woke up, I know.

I will be different from the one I crossed.

I didn't cross the line, I know.

I can't recover from the other side.

I'm on this shore.

But fate extends from a mysterious point.

A thousand welcome arms, I have to cross the river.

Facing the door to another world

In the corridor, I trembled slightly.

But the glory of Xiluo Plain

Face to face, tell me the sea is on the other side,

I trembled slightly, but I

We must cross the river!

Standing, there was a great silence.

Wake up, soul of steel.

1958.3. 13

Charming piccolo

Come back, mother, the east can't stay long,

The tropical ocean where typhoons were born,

The air pressure in the North Pacific is very low in July.

Come back, mom, the south won't stay long,

One-way street of the sun train,

The equator in July scorched the soles of pedestrians.

Come back, mother, the north can't stay long,

The white kingdom of reindeer,

There is no rest night in July, only day.

Come back, mom, you can't stay in a foreign country for long.

In front of the French window, the little urn dreamily,

Holding a small plant in his hand.

Come back, mom, and protect your town after the fire.

Spring is coming, and I will tread the wet and cold Qingming road.

Bury you in a small grave in your hometown,

Bury you in Jiangnan, a small town in Jiangnan.

The weeping willows hang down to your grave,

When spring comes, you must dream of a girl.

Dream of your mother.

Mother, on the Qingming road, my footprints will be deep,

Willow hair dripping with rain, mother, dripping with my memories,

Come back, mother, and protect this empty city.

1958.7. 14 nights

Morning in the new world

Zero degree. 7: 30. The dream of ancient China died in

Simmons in the new world.

In the dial indicator,

Blood will be exhausted in 1958.

The wind from Greenland,

The Italian skater came and slipped.

The glass plains of the Great Lakes.

Soon, we'll take these messenger bags,

Many come from Eskimos.

Christmas cards.

Good morning, melancholy. Good morning, lonely.

Good morning, homesickness phase 3!

Good morning, ladies, good morning!

Toast, iced milk, coffee and lettuce

Waiting for us to argue at the breakfast table,

Miss Suiren, and soy milk and fried dough sticks.

Then go to a strange newspaper to find stingy news.

Then go to the mailbox to find the body of hope.

Then go to the boulevard to meet the squirrel.

Then walk into the crowded classroom with a high nose and a high nose.

Between blondes and blondes, between hello and good morning,

Sit down.

Sit down and look at the blue pupils as cold as Lake Michigan.

Bitong

With Bi Tong, we saw the shadow of Wu Ling's youth.

The shadow of acacia transplanted according to the Tropic of Cancer.

Then step on the green grass behind the art museum.

(It doesn't know Niu Xiji),

On the banks of the Aio River opposite Liu Yin.

(It doesn't know Huan Wen),

To another skyscraper

It doesn't know that Wang Neng can't.

When thousands of miles were trapped on the horizon, I said:

"Although I believe that beauty is better than my land,

What is enough to stay less! "

The train came from Chicago,

Sail to the blue coast of the Pacific Ocean.

The long hiss of the whistle disturbed my thoughts-

I was thinking, in the early autumn of 1959,

In San Francisco Bay,

An iron anchor will rise for me,

When it dives again, it will see

China Fish in Keelung Harbor.

And now, at half past seven, it's zero.

In the dial indicator,

1958 blood has not been exhausted.

Good morning, melancholy! Good morning, lonely!

Good morning, homesickness phase 3!

Good morning, ladies with dark circles, good morning, good morning!

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