Dong Baorui
These days, time has passed both long and short. To say it is long, every day counts every minute and second, because every minute and second means tens of thousands of people who have been affected by the disaster have survived; to say it is short, it means that a few days have passed away ruthlessly, leaving nothing to the victims. The chances of survival are getting smaller and smaller. We can only pray and hope that more and more miracles of survival like the Tangshan earthquake will happen.
Yesterday, "Hebei Daily" published on May 16 published a long poem written by Tangshan poet Xu Guoqiang to the earthquake-stricken area in Sichuan on the lower part of the front page: "Wenchuan, my brother, I will help Tangshan resist the earthquake." The spirit tells you." His poem is written sincerely and is full of the sympathy and concern of the people in the Tangshan earthquake-stricken area 32 years ago for their fathers, fellow villagers, brothers and sisters who suffered in the Wenchuan earthquake-stricken area in Sichuan, as well as the deep feelings and emotions of suffering and suffering. Fierce emotions are a deep and sincere call!
Xu Guoqiang, who has been working in the supplement editorial department of "Tangshan Labor Daily" for a long time, is a literary friend of Tangshan whom I have known for more than 20 years, and is a famous young poet in Tangshan. Over the years, he has written many good poems with a strong sense of the times and extremely passionate emotions. When I went to Qian'an this spring, I learned from literary friends there that his lover was Zhang Lijun, the principal of Kailuan No. 1 Middle School in Tangshan City and a nationally renowned essayist; in December last year, the couple attended the Hebei Provincial Writers Association The Fifth Member Congress.
Today, I repost Xu Guoqiang’s poem to continue to express the people’s longing for the brothers who suffered the Wenchuan earthquake in the Tangshan earthquake.
In the morning of May 18, 2008, in Jieyang Study
Telling you Tangshan’s anti-earthquake spirit
——Written to the Sichuan earthquake-stricken area
Xu Guoqiang
The earth is convulsing again, and the rain is pouring after the earthquake again
The disintegrated houses are tearing apart our complete lives
32 years of dust
I saw the twitching scene of mountains and rivers again
Wenchuan, the same level 7.8
The same shaking of the world
How should I accept
This painful and disastrous relationship with you
I am thousands of miles away in Tangshan
I am on your wall Your pain is twisting in the cracks
I pile up your anxiety in front of your collapsed mountain
Your moans flow in my throat
Your cry for help affects my nervous thoughts
I see myself being buried
The smell of bloody earth fills the air with the arrogance of disaster and barbarism
I I saw myself robbing my relatives
My mother’s stiff arms forced my blood to return to freezing point
My sister was at the end of that broken flower season
Like a waterfall of hair mixed with dust
Splashing a dead sea on the ground
Spreading a mass of darkness
My neighbor is on that heart-wrenching cliff< /p>
I tried my best and couldn’t shout back the next second
The last silence made my heart amplify
Hit the huge regret like rolling thunder.
Wenchuan, I was where you were 32 years ago
I am enduring the painful entanglement of life by rounds of shock waves
I am maintaining my body on the ruins Determined
I walked the path of sunshine in the rubble
I waved my strong arms to save each other in tears
——I was surprised by the power I possess
I talked to myself silently in the blind spot
——Over and over again, I accumulated the vow to win
Live for the relatives who were killed
< p>Preserve the next spring for this season when the peach blossoms are over and the pears are white.For the "Zhensheng" cry of joy to enter the chapter of joy
To return the warmth of the world to the helping hands from all directions< /p>
Wenchuan, I use my second life
to convey double encouragement to you
I confirm
We can completely rebuild ourselves Beautiful home
"Forgetting self-interest
Adversity and hardship
Perseverance
Going forward bravely"
Wenchuan, my brother
I will tell you the spirit of Tangshan earthquake resistance
Please let us encourage you
I believe that the Tangshan earthquake 32 Years later
Another heroic city will appear in Bashan and Shushui
Another relief force descends from the sky, and another nationwide mobilization
Another earthquake shakes the mountains. The unshakable national faith
After 32 years of trouble
I once again saw the scene of saving the scenery
What made me cry the most
Zhao Ji
"Mom, if I leave, just look at the flowers. The flowers all over the mountains and fields are my reluctant watch for you------" This song is popular in Wenchuan Reading poems about earthquakes makes me burst into tears again and again.
Poetry must be written in the tone of children. The Wenchuan earthquake killed too many children. Kindergarten, elementary school, middle school and high school. These children, before their buds had time to bloom, left with their teachers, classmates, or alone.
Maybe you have children, maybe you are born to care about the weak. During the rolling broadcast of the Wenchuan earthquake, the only thing that never left the scene was the injured, dead, and children buried in the collapsed houses.
After being rescued by the People's Liberation Army, the little boy gave a standard Young Pioneers salute to his relatives.
The big boy was lying on a stretcher covered in dirt and wanted to drink "ice-cold Coke".
The girl who is still conscious and "I want to find my mother".
Dozens of schoolbags stuck to each other and textbooks spread out on the ruins, with names on them.
Boys and girls whose eyes were so tight that they could no longer see the sun.
Tomorrow has not yet begun for them,
Tomorrow has a strong gravitational pull on them.
I cried.
Not just once.
All mothers’ hearts are connected.
The hearts of all mothers are connected.
Children,
Children.
Yours,
Mine.
They have not tasted the raw taste one by one.
They have not yet fully recognized the sunset and stars.
They went to heaven with their teacher.
The sound of books will definitely be heard there.
There must be exams there too.
The names on the test paper will become fossils.