Song Hui's Poems: A Portrait and Perception of Our Life

Song Renqiong's son Song Hui wrote a poem among writers in China, and he was deeply moved when he read it. I don't know how many people of the same age were hit by the words "suddenly looking back, falling to the ground" and "when you are old, you suddenly realize that life is a joke"!

Song Hui is the third educated youth. 1968 cooking in the countryside in Jilin. He now lives in Virginia, USA.

Fifty years ago, I was sitting at my desk,

Have ideal childhood friends;

Suddenly told,

Your ideal shouldn't be here,

But should be in the fields, fields and rural areas;

So, I put down my schoolbag and put on my backpack.

Set out towards a confused goal.

Looking back suddenly,

It broke all over the floor.

Forty years ago,

I have my own home,

There is a baby to feed.

How much I want to take my wife,

Go surfing on the beach,

Go to the mountains to enjoy flowers;

But the truth is, this position,

Everything needs a diploma.

I have no choice,

Turned around and went to TV University Night University.

That life, never,

Piano, chess, songs, poems, hops,

They are all exhausted.

Rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar tea.

Thirty years ago, what a beautiful youth,

The blue sky is clear and the pine trees are like towers.

Yes, Xian Yi, old and young, seven meats and eight vegetarian dishes,

Many things, heavy life.

Daughter's grades,

Not afraid of trouble,

A wife is waiting for surgery in a hospital bed,

Tears of worry stayed on my cheeks.

I haven't visited my parents for two weeks.

Exhausted son,

I have always cared about you.

Wind and rain all the way,

Taste life, ups and downs.

The only belief,

Life can't, and the sea of suffering is endless.

Twenty years ago, my daughter went to college.

I lost my mother forever.

As the old man lay dying,

Suddenly see the light of day,

"Sit down and have a rest!"

This is the last thing he said to me in his life.

After two hours of severe coma,

My mother's family building collapsed.

The person who loves me the most in the world has gone, and since then,

Nobody asked me to go home for dinner again,

Nobody told me to wear more cold clothes.

I can't afford to kneel,

Crying,

Tears are dry and dumb.

Ten years ago, my wife and I both retired.

At the invitation of my daughter,

Fly to Virginia.

A lot of things that have happened to me,

Very emotional,

I saw a lot of things,

Surprised me.

To pick up my granddaughter,

Pink ball's little face,

Laugh like a flower;

I secretly sigh.

Shouted all his life to beat Americans,

This little Yankee,

Born in my family.

When I was a child, I believed that life was a fairy tale.

When I grow up, I hope life is a myth.

When I was old, I suddenly woke up.

Life is a joke.

Look at this little face again,

Yellow skin, black eyes and black hair;

Or a descendant of the dragon,

China descent.

This year, we are all over the age.

But I'm still passionate.

In the past, efforts were leaves falling with the wind;

Now hard work is the new bud of the old tree.

Everything in the past is a preface,

The curtain of life has just opened.

I dare not grow old,

Because my grandson hasn't grown up yet.

My greatest wish is to see,

Grandson is very successful at school.

Granddaughter put on a wedding dress.

In another ten years, 2028

We are over eighty years old.

I wish I had black hair and teeth,

Strong legs and feet, tall and straight.

We invited each other, not one of them.

When we travel, we can take roads and climb mountains.

Observe the changes of things,

Indifferent to wealth and wealth;

There are thousands of treasures in the world,

Only health is priceless.

Twenty years later, in 2038,

The 90-year-old party, am I still here?

How is the student I miss?

Are you deaf or blind?

Can you waltz in the park?

Sing a jasmine in the karaoke bar?

Memories of classmates are infinitely sad;

I was surprised to hear the bad news.

How does the knife cut off water?

God bless!

No matter how rich the money is or how big the official is,

The prince also pulls.

With the desire to accompany thousands of miles,

Suit yourself.

Thirty years later, in 2048,

Are any of us?

Please prepare a pile of paper money,

A handful of incense,

Write our names,

Melt in the smoke.

A good poem, dare not enjoy it alone, share it with everyone! [strong] [strong] [strong]