Kong Fansen’s poems

Excerpts from Uncle Kong Fansen’s Poems

Second Expedition to Tibet

I don’t like lonely singing,

I don’t like mourning bowls Melancholy,

I like dripping joy,

I like fiery life,

I like the vastness of the country,

Today, After receiving the order:

Run to Tibet. The second time I rushed to Tibet, I fell into

distant memories——

Thinking of that grassland,

Think of the plateau with blue sky and white clouds,

Think of the plateau with the fragrance of butter tea,

Think of the plateau with grassland pastoral songs flowing,

< p>Think of the plateau with fierce males,

Think of the plateau with hidden knives and drink large bowls of highland barley wine,

Think of the majestic and tall natural barrier,

I passed and came back again——

Leaving my hometown, leaving the plain that raised me,

I dare not think about the white-haired old mother leaning on the door again. I go home.

I am afraid that after the sun goes down,

my mother’s call will come from the wilderness,

Call me, call me, come home;

I'm afraid that the wild jujube tree in front of the door will bloom and bear seeds.

After it turns red, it will be held in my mother's palm,

Waiting for me, waiting for me, waiting for me to come back Home——

Everyone has a long love for their children.

Lambs kneel down to breastfeed and swallows hold food in their mouths.

I know that men should travel far away.

Before I leave home, I just want to say——

Every piece of land in the motherland supports people.

I know the distance and weight of the expedition.

I know honor and sacrifice, victory and hardship.

It will never happen to one person alone.

I want to use my mother’s teachings, my wife’s expectations, and my friends’ support to inspire me to stand bravely and tenaciously

on the plateau of my motherland— -Tibet.

For the prosperity of every inch of the motherland,

I would like to be a beacon on the snow-capped mountains,

lighting up Tibet, the frontier of the motherland.