Ye Ting
The doors that people come in and out are locked,
The hole the dog climbed out of was open,
A voice shouted:
Climb out! Give you freedom!
I long for freedom,
But I know very well-
How can a human body crawl out of a dog hole!
I hope that one day,
Underground fire,
Burn me with this living coffin,
I deserve to live forever in fire and blood!
Lullaby behind bars
a surname
Qi Ming, my little baby:
Qi Ming was the name we gave you in prison.
This name is very meaningful.
Baby! When your mother was pregnant with you for four months,
He was arrested by the Supervision Department of Qing Xiang, Hunan Province, and by the Changsha Military Prison Department.
At that time, your mother committed a capital crime,
I'm alive today because of you.
Baby! You were born on the second day of the first month in the eighteenth year of the Republic of China.
When your mother was only one month and ten days old,
It's time to say goodbye to you.
Baby! I'm telling you very clearly,
Your parents were both born in Communist party member and studied in Russia.
So we were executed.
Your father died on October 14th in the 17th year of the Republic of China.
Your mother died on March 26th in the Gregorian calendar of the Republic of China 18.
My little baby! Your parents, you'll never see them again,
There are no photos left for you,
You were still in prison when I died.
Too bad I can't support you!
You are an unfortunate person in this world!
What a poor child without parents!
Remember that. Your mother died at the age of twenty-three.
You must grow up well,
Don't disappoint your parents' expectations.
Farewell, my baby!
Your mother cried in Changsha Army Prison Department.
March 24
the Wedding on the Execution
Zhou Wenyong
Man: the head can be broken,
The limbs can be folded,
The revolutionary spirit is immortal.
A strong man's head fell for the party,
Heroes are driven by a group of cracks! "
Woman: In order to report on revolutionary work,
We once pretended to be husband and wife.
Actually, it's a pure gay relationship.
today，
I want to announce to you.
When we dedicate our youth and life to the party.
We are going to have a wedding!
Comrades, I hope you will fight bravely!
Let the fire of the reactionaries
To pay tribute to our wedding!
Sing for the motherland
Chen Hui
I, uh, am complaining,
I am not a pianist.
Motherland, I belong to you,
A spendthrift
Son of working people.
I love you deeply, deeply!
I, though I can't,
Just like the singers who sing the Marseillaise,
Under the scorching sun,
Next to the barricade where the Paris Commune fought,
Pluck the strings of the lyre,
Let it spit out things that shake the world,
The first most beautiful song of mankind,
Here's to you.
And I won't ride on the back of a cow,
Touch piccolo.
Neither will I,
On the threshing floor in August,
Raise the bamboo flute,
Blow gently;
Let the flute float over the mud wall,
In the Liu Yin by the river.
however
When I looked up and saw you,
my motherland
High in the blue sky,
The vast wilderness,
White clouds floated by that day,
or
That little red flower,
Smiled and stood up from the gap.
My heart,
How excited,
Just like in our hometown.
Miao girl,
On a sunny August night,
Jump wildly with the beat. …………
Motherland,
I belong to you,
A purple-black young soldier.
When I carry my back
That old "old Mao Se" gun,
Walking across the plain,
Saw the enemy's black turret,
The red plaster flag flying on the turret,
I'm covered in blood, which is exciting.
Like a grassland with deep snow outside the customs,
Like a big storm, rushing in,
Soldiers of motherland athletes ...
Motherland,
With the milk of love,
Raised me;
And I,
I will also protect you with my flesh and blood!
Maybe tomorrow, I will fall down;
Maybe when chopping people,
Japanese spear head,
Hit me in the stomach;
Maybe,
I will die silently on the gallows,
Motherland,
Under the butcher's knife of the invaders,
I won't shed a tear,
I, Gao Xiao,
Because, uh,
I
Your extravagant son,
Your guardian,
His life,
Wrote a song for you
A lofty "praise".
I sing,
homeland
On the loess pile where my ashes are buried,
There will also be flowers of love growing.