Author: Cang Kejia
-Thoughts on Commemorating Lu Xun
Some people are still alive.
He died;
Some people died.
He's alive.
someone
Riding on the people's heads: "Oh, how great I am!"
someone
Bend down and be a cow and a horse for the people.
someone
Carve your name on a stone to be "immortal";
someone
I'd rather be a weed and wait for the underground fire.
someone
He lives and no one else can live;
someone
He lives to make life better for most people.
Riding on people's heads,
People broke him down;
Those who work for the people,
People will always remember him!
Carve your name on the stone,
The name decays earlier than the corpse;
Wherever the spring breeze blows,
There are green weeds everywhere.
He's alive, and no one else can,
His fate can be seen;
He lives for most people, those who live better,
The crowd held him high and high.
1949. 1 1. 1
Premier Zhou, where are you?
-Author: Ke Yan
Premier Zhou, our good premier,
Where are you? Oh, where are you?
You know, we missed you,
Your people miss you!
We shouted at the mountain: Premier Zhou-
Valley echo: "He just left, he just left, the revolutionary journey to Wan Li, striding forward without stopping."
We shouted to the earth: Premier Zhou-
The earth roared: "He just left, he just left, you can't see his hard sweat dripping on the heavy ears of grain ..."
We shouted to the forest: Premier Zhou-
Song Tao burst into laughter: "He just left, he just left, the campsite went to a bonfire party, and the lumberjack was remembering his kind laughter."
We shouted to the sea: Premier Zhou-
The sound of the waves: "He just left, he just left. You didn't see the coat on the coastal defense soldier. He gave it to him himself ..."
We searched all over the world,
Ah, Prime Minister,
The revolution needs you, and you are there.
Vast land
Your deep footprints are everywhere.
We return to the heart of our motherland,
We affectionately call in front of Tiananmen Square:
Zhou-always-manage-
The square replied, "Oh, be gentle, be gentle. He is meeting foreign guests in Zhongnanhai. He is attending a meeting of the Politburo ... "
Prime minister, our good prime minister!
You're here. Oh, right here.
-Here, here, here ...
You will always be with us.
Together, together, together. ...
You will always live where the sun rises,
You will live in the hearts of the people forever.
Your people have missed you for generations!
Miss you, miss you.
Want to ... read ... you. ...
Dragon Boat Festival in memory of Qu Yuan
Me and Silver
A prismatic lunch wrapped in bamboo leaves
Chopsticks inspired the memorial service.
The family laughed and got together.
Reminds me of Qu Yuan's loneliness in Miluo River.
Three thousand years.
Fishermen are still looking for the slanting sunset by the river.
The cries of dragon boats and the ripples of water waves
How to keep your face in a hurry?
Bank of Miluo River
The gaze on May 5th suddenly turned into a sad elegy.
Three thousand years ago, you sank like a needle into the roaring water.
from now on
Tears flooded the pious prospects from generation to generation.
poetic sentiment
Never find the lost spring again.
Three thousand years.
Three thousand years of sadness are still surging on both sides of the Miluo River.
The size of the world.
But there is no room for you.
You dive into every poet's crying dream.
Into trembling pale poetry, line after line.
Without you
The land of China where everyone is drunk
Who will guide a young man to ease his three thousand years of hesitation?
Hate the sky
Can't call back your haggard figure
Complain about the boundless land
No matter how much I scream and beg
Can no longer support the sun that disappeared when you left.
The icy Miluo River
please
Cherish his fragility for me.
May 5(th)
The day when the poet broke his wings.
Three thousand years of sadness turned into the elasticity of glutinous rice between red lips and white teeth.
Choke my throat
I seem to hear the sigh of asking the truth before you left.
Mother touched my head and said softly
Why are you still so sad when you are thirty?
The trembling lips whispered back.
Mom, I remember the night when you told me a story when I was a child.