Song renqiong's son Song Hui sent a poem in the educated youth group, read with emotion, the sentence: "When you look back, you fall to the ground."and that sentence : old age, just suddenly wake up, life is a joke.
Song Hui is the old educated youth, 68 years to go to the countryside to Jilin burning pot Tun. He is now living in Virginia, the United States.
Author : song Hui
Fifty years ago, I was at my desk,
And the ideal childhood;
Suddenly being told,
Your ideal should not be here,
It should be in the fields, on the ground, in the country;
So I put down my bag and started to pack my bag,
Starting with a confused goal.
When I look back,
Broken down to the ground Fanghua.
Forty years ago,
I have a home of my own,
There is a starving baby.
How I want to carry my wife's belt,
Go to the beach,
Go to the mountains to admire the flowers;
But the reality is, hire a professional title,
Everything needs a diploma to speak.
I have no choice,
Turned to the TV University night.
That period of life, never,
Qin chess song painting poem hops,
All I have to do is work hard
Thirty years ago, what a wonderful young man,
Blue sky, blue pine, such as tower.
Can be on the old under the small, meat seven eight,
A multitude of things, the weight of life.
Her daughter's achievements,
Bother to worry about,
A wife waiting for an operation on a hospital bed,
The tears of worry remain on the cheek.
I haven't visited my parents for two weeks,
A battered son,
Always concerned about you.
All the way, wind and rain,
Taste the life, the ups and downs.
The only belief,
Life is not long.
Twenty years ago, my daughter went to college,
I've lost my mom forever.
The old man is dying,
All of a sudden,
"Sit down and have a rest!"
This is the last word he said to me in his life.
After two hours of severe coma,
The edifice of my mother and son's affection collapsed.
The person who loves me most in the world has gone, since then,
No one called me to go home for dinner,
No one told me to have a cold coat.
I can't get up on my knees,
Cry the liver and intestines break,
The tears dry sound dumb.
Ten years ago, both my wife and I were retired,
At the invitation of her daughter,
Flying to Virginia.
Many of the things that we have encountered,
It makes people sigh with emotion,
Something to see,
Let me be surprised.
Pick up the granddaughter,
The little face of the dough,
The smile is like a flower;
But I secretly.
Yelled at the Yankees for a lifetime,
This little Yankee,
Was born in my home.
When I was young, I believed that life was a fairy tale.
When I grow up, I hope life is a myth,
Old age, just suddenly disillusioned,
Life turns out to be a joke.
Look at this little face again,
Yellow skin, black eyes, black hair;
Or the descendants of the dragon,
Blood of China.
This year, we are over seventy years old,
Can still be the passion to sway.
In the past, it was fallen leaves with the wind;
Now hard, is a new bud of old trees.
All in the past, is the preamble,
The big curtain of life, just open pull.
I don't dare to grow old,
Because the grandson hasn't grown up yet.
My biggest wish is to be able to see,
A grandson is a success in his studies,
The granddaughter put on her wedding dress.
In another ten years, 2028
We are a very old man.
I wish I had black hair and a mouthful of teeth,
The legs and feet are healthy and the body is tall and straight.
We invited each other, not one of them was missing.
We travel, the road can walk, the mountain can climb.
Let's watch the situation change,
Indifferent to riches and honor;
There are thousands of treasures in the world,
Only health is priceless.
In twenty years, 2038,
Ninety year old party, am I still there?
I miss the students, how the body?
Whether the ear is not deaf, the eye does not spend?
In the park, you can dance a waltz?
Singing a jasmine in the karaoke hall?
Memories of classmates, infinite sadness;
I was surprised to hear the bad news.
How can we cut off the water,
Fate can be shook!
No matter how thick the money is, how old is the official,
Yama still goes to lira.
Pregnant with a dream of a thousand miles,
Follow your orders.
In another thirty years, 2048,
Are there any other people among us?
Please prepare a pile of paper money,
A handful of incense sticks,
Melting in the smoke.