My "Confessions" Book
The heavy chain was ringing at his feet,
You can hold the whip high,
I don't need any confession,
Even if the chest is facing the bloody bayonet!
People can't lower their noble heads,
Only those who are afraid of death beg for "freedom";
What is torture?
Death can't make me talk!
I laugh at death,
The devil's palace swayed in laughter;
This is my confession as a party member.
Sing a triumphant song and ruin the Chiang dynasty.
Sitting on the bottom of the prison
My friend He Jingping (1918-1949)1948 wrote this poem in Zhazidong in the summer:
In order to avoid the pain of the next generation,
We want to-
I would like to sit in this prison!
We were born rebels,
We have to turn this upside-down Gankun around!
We are going to knock this unreasonable thing over!
Today, we went to the prison.
What's so rare about going to jail?
In order to avoid the pain of the next generation,
We are willing-willing to sit in this prison!
see you again
News cadres of the New Fourth Army were detained in Bai Mansion and wrote a farewell poem on the night of the massacre:
see you again
The night is an ugly face,
The pale electric light laughed as cold as death.
Suddenly, a clumsy magic hand,
Bring him out of his nightmare.
Stare at two big eyes, calm down,
He stared forward:
A mean, smug smile,
Interrupted the train of thought.
He immediately understood,
It's your turn, brother, don't tremble,
Stride out of the door-
His mouth cracked and he smiled contemptuously:
"Oh, what a stupid thing,
In front of the revolutionaries,
How powerless the threat of death is ... "
Remember, this blood debt,
Brothers must be liquidated:
Remember, blood feuds.
Oh, man, let's go,
The Ming dog died!