Dai Wangshu-----"I use my damaged palms"
I use my damaged palms
To explore this vast land:
< p>This corner has turned into ashes,That corner is just blood and mud;
This lake should be my hometown,
(Spring, embankment The flowers are like a brocade barrier,
The young willow branches have a strange fragrance when they are broken)
I touch the waterweed and the coolness of the water;
This Changbai Mountain The snowy peaks are so cold that they are bone-chilling,
The water in the Yellow River is filled with mud and sand slipping out between the fingers;
The paddy fields in the south of the Yangtze River are so soft... now there is only basil;
The lychee flowers in Lingnan are lonely and haggard,
Over there, I am dipping in the bitter water of the South China Sea without fishing boats...
Invisible palms pass over the hateless mountains and rivers, < /p>
The fingers are stained with blood and ashes, and the palms are stained with darkness.
Only the far corner is still intact.
Warm, clear, solid and vigorous spring.
On it, I caress it gently with my damaged palm,
Like the soft hair of a lover, the milk in a baby's hand.
I put all my strength in the palm of my hand
Put it on it, sending love and all hope,
Because only there is the sun and spring,
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It will drive away darkness and bring revival,
Because only there we will not live like animals,
die like ants... there, the eternal China!