I used my injured palm.
I used my injured palm.
Touch this vast land:
This corner has been reduced to ashes,
That horn is just blood and mud;
This lake should be my hometown,
In spring, the embankment is full of flowers.
There is a strange smell when the tender willow branches are broken. )
I touched the coolness of seaweed and water;
The snow peaks of this long white mountain are bitterly cold.
The Yellow River water with sediment slips through your fingers;
Rice fields in the south of the Yangtze River, you are the new grass this year.
So beautiful, so soft ... now there is only Artemisia scoparia;
Litchi branches in Shannan are lonely and listless,
Finally, I soaked in the bitter water of the South China Sea without fishing boats. ...
Invisible palms sweep the boundless mountains and rivers,
Fingers stained with blood and ash, palms stained with darkness,
Only the corner far away from Liao is complete,
Warm, bright, firm and full of vitality.
On it, I touched it with my broken palm,
Like a lover's fur, a baby has milk in his hand.
I hold all my strength in my hand.
Stick it on it and send it to love and hope.
Because there is only sunshine and spring,
Will drive away the darkness and bring Su Sheng,
Because of this, there is only one place where we don't live like animals.
Ants die like bugs ... in that place, eternal China!
On the eve of the Anti-Japanese War, Ms. He Xiangning was deeply dissatisfied with Chiang Kai-shek's appeasement policy of "I must be busy outside" and handed over the splendid land. Find out the skirt I am wearing and put it on the table.
A poem was dedicated to Chiang Kai-shek. I found this poem touching, so I recorded it and said:
Pretending to be a man and willing to be a slave.
It is always a shame to make rivers and mountains without fighting.
We women are willing to die on the battlefield.
Put on my petticoat and you will buy me clothes.