1, by Wen Yiduo
2. Full text:
This is a stagnant pool, and the breeze can't move at all.
Why not throw more rubbish and throw out the leftovers?
Maybe copper should be green to emerald, and a few peach blossoms will rust on the tin can;
Let greasy weave a layer of Luo qi, and the mold will steam out some clouds for him.
Let the stagnant water ferment into a ditch of green wine, full of pearl-like foam;
The laughter of the little bead turned into a big bead, and it was bitten by the flower mosquito who stole the wine.
Then a ditch of desperate stagnant water can be praised as somewhat clear.
If the frog can't stand loneliness, it is stagnant water calling for a song.
This is a backwater of despair, which is definitely not the beauty.
It is better to let ugliness cultivate and see what world it has created.
Second, "Song of Seven Sons, Hong Kong"
1, by Wen Yiduo
2. Full text:
I'm like Huang Bao who keeps vigil in front of the Phoenix Tower.
Mother, although my position is very small, my situation is very dangerous.
Now the terrible sea lion pounced on me,
Spit my flesh and swallow my ointment;
Mom, I cried and howled, but I shouldn't have called you.
Mom, let me hide in your arms!
Mom! I want to come back, mom!
Third, "Song of Seven Sons in Macau"
1, by Wen Yiduo
2. Full text:
Do you know that "Ma Gang" is not my real name?
I've been away from your children for too long, mom!
But what they took was my body,
You still have my soul.
The biological mother who dreamed for 300 years!
Please call the baby by his first name.
Call me "Macau"!
Mom! I want to come back, mom!
Fourth, "brand"
1, Cang Kejia
2. Full text:
Afraid of looking back, I said cunningly, "Life is a lie", and the pain was branded on my heart, reminding me that I was still alive.
I couldn't stop touching this brand, and suddenly a poisonous fire broke out on the red light. In the sparks, generate produced a string of songs, singing out the misfortunes of life one by one.
I never tell anyone about my sadness. I know this is a sin. Living in chaos, I feel nothing. Since you are a fan, you should not expose the bottom.
I chew bitter juice for a living, like a bug eating croton, holding my heart in mid-air and breathing heavily.
V. "Some people"
1, Cang Kejia
2. Full text:
Some people are alive and he is dead;
Some people died, but he is still alive.
Some people, riding on the people's heads: "Oh, how great I am!" " "
Some people bend down to be cows and horses for the people.
Some people carve their names on stones to be "immortal";
Some people are willing to be weeds and wait for underground fires.
Some people can't live if they are alive;
Some people, he lives to live better for most people.
Those who ride on people's heads are crushed by people;
People will always remember those who work for the people!
Those who carve their names on stones, their names rot earlier than the bodies;
Wherever the spring breeze blows, there are green weeds everywhere.
He lives, others can't live, and his fate can be seen;
He lives for most people. People hold him high, high.