Chapter 44 Believe in the Future

Shen Long knew that almost all the educated youths were confused about the future. Food could fill their stomachs but not their spirits. After thinking for a while, Shen Long recited in a low but resolute voice,

"When cobwebs ruthlessly seized my hearth,

When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty,

I still stubbornly pave the ashes of disappointment,

Write with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future! "

The crying in the cave gradually stopped, Hu Jianjun, Jiang Shaoan, Qin Ling, Sun Xiaoxia and others raised their heads and looked at Shen Long silently.

"When my purple grapes turn into autumn dew,

When my flowers nestle in someone else's arms,

I still stubbornly use the frost-covered withered vines,

Write on the desolate earth: Believe in the future! "

Qin Ling recalled the experience of her life from bright to dim, from enthusiasm to frustration, from fullness to exhaustion, which aroused her love for life.

All the frustration, loneliness, and unpleasant associations in life, but the last sentence "believe in the future" strongly shocked her heart, which is a belief sublimated from suffering.

"I'll point to the platoon that rushes to the horizon,

I will hold the sea that holds the sun in the palm of my hand,

The warm and beautiful pen holder swaying in the dawn,

Write in a child's handwriting: Believe in the future! "

Hu Jianjun and Jiang Shaoan felt the power in the poem and Shen Long's full of pride, like a flash of lightning, splitting into pieces

clouded their minds.

"The reason why I firmly believe in the future,

I believe in the eyes of people in the future,

She has the eyelashes to brush away the dust of history,

She has pupils who can see through the chapters of time! "

Sun Xiaoxia, Liu Ying, Liu Weihong, Zhao Hongxia, Wang Liping, and Jin Hongmei also seem to have such a pair of eyes, seeing the future

A ray of light to shine.

"Whatever people say about our rotting flesh,

The melancholy of being lost, the pain of failure,

It is moving tears, deep sympathy,

Or give a scornful smile, a biting taunt;

I firmly believe that people for our spine,

The countless explorations, mistakes, failures and successes,

Will definitely give enthusiastic, objective and fair evaluation,

Yes, I am anxiously awaiting their assessment;

Friends, firmly believe in the future!

Believe in unyielding efforts!

Believe in youth that conquers death!

Believe in the future, love life! "

In the last three paragraphs, the belief in the future gushes out like a newborn sun, which strongly shakes the soul of every educated youth.

This poem has the most charming colors, like the warmest dry wood, warming the hearts of educated youths.

As soon as the poem was recited, Qin Ling couldn't wait to ask, "Kui Yong, did you write this poem?"

"No, it was written by an educated youth in Beijing named Guo Lusheng. Some friends thought it was very suitable for educated youth like us, so they wrote to me specifically." Guo Lusheng's pseudonym is Index Finger. It is widely circulated among the educated youth, and the index finger is also called "the poetic soul of the educated youth".

"It's really well written. This is a poem for our educated youths! Kui Yong, where is that letter? Take it out and let's have a look." The big guys immediately urged Shen Long to take out the letter, and they were all ready to take the letter out. Copy the poem and send it to your friends.

"Yesterday, the cooking fire couldn't be ignited, so I used the letter to ignite the fire." Shen Long scratched his head embarrassedly. In fact, who wrote to him to talk about the poems of his index finger? Pulled out of memory.

"Hey, how can you burn this kind of thing!" The big guys unanimously expressed their condemnation of Shen Long, and they didn't stop until he agreed to write the poem silently. During the silent writing, the educated youths held their breaths and stood behind him,

Quietly watching lines of poetry appear on the white paper.

After silently writing, all the educated youths took out their most precious notebooks and copied the song "Believe in the Future" stroke by stroke.

On the night of New Year’s Eve, in the cave dwelling of the educated youths in Baidian Village, Hongwei Commune, the second half of the New Year’s Eve dinner turned into a poetry recital. Everyone recited the song "Believe in the Future" over and over again, and the recitation brought tears to the eyes flow all over the face.

With the encouragement of this poem, everyone's mood gradually improved. Seeing the calm smiles on their faces and the hope shining in their eyes, Shen Long was thoughtful. The charm of literary works lies in this, right? Sometimes a poem can sweep away the gloom in people's hearts, a song can cheer up everyone's courage, and a novel can change someone's life...

The dumplings were eaten by them, and the wine that Bai Mingchuan sent was also drunk by them. The big guys went back to sleep in their respective caves, but Shen Long's mind was extraordinarily clear, and he couldn't fall asleep for a while.

He felt that the cave was too stuffy, so he opened the door and came out to the flat ground outside the cave to look up at the night sky. At this time, the snow had stopped and the sky was clear of clouds. Today is New Year's Eve and there is no moon, but the stars are shining The Milky Way crossed the sky like a silver ribbon. Shen Long raised his eyes to look up at the sky, immersed in the beautiful starry sky.

"Why aren't you asleep?" Qin Ling's voice came from behind.

"Can't sleep, come out to get some air." Shen Long didn't look back, and sat down, leaving room for Qin Ling.

Qin Ling came to sit beside him, put his arms around his arms, leaned his head against his arms, and also looked 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, afraid of waking up the sleeping people, so he took Qin Ling and walked a few more steps to the outside of the village under the wheat stack, where a hole was dug out , the two of them were just able to get in.

"It's been a long time since I heard you sing, what song will you sing to me today?" Qin Ling's eyes were full of anticipation.

"A song about the starry sky, um, it's an English song." After 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 Vincent. The song is called "Vincent". He expresses his deep understanding and respect for Van Gogh in poetic language.

Qin Ling still doesn't understand the meaning of the lyrics, but the melody is enough to make her fascinated. After singing it over and over again, Shen Long translated the lyrics to her one sentence at a time. It shocked her more than the song "Believe in the Future" just now.

Shen Long felt that Qin Ling's body in his arms was getting hotter and hotter, and Qin Ling's serious mist was getting more and more serious. Before the lyrics were translated, Shen Long's mouth was blocked by a pair of warm lips; Shen Long couldn't help but feel Started to respond, the two young bodies trembled violently, wanting to be hit by a huge electric current...

Shen Long's hand unbuttoned Qin Ling, Qin Ling's skin was whiter than the snow on the ground... Qin Ling screamed in pain, his arms hugged Shen Long tightly, his nails sank deep into Shen Long's back... …