December 9 Movement Poems

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Poems to commemorate the December 9th Movement

Tonight.

Turning over the seventy-five historical title pages

You should remember those turbulent years with the biting wind

Following the swaying red track

A A kind of cry like an iron horse

Began to sprout little by little by my eardrums

The sky at that time had not awakened

The land at that time was full of scars

The face at that time was only numb

Wandering on the edge of national subjugation

Life? Death? Peace? Fight?

My most beloved brothers and sisters

With a pioneering attitude and a tragic and heroic breath

Asking the soul

From Peking, from Tianjin, from Northeast

From the young heart

A nightlong thunder burst out

Piercing through countless blazing chests

I don’t want to be a slave People

Get up - get up - stand up

You can see the magma rushing underground

The everlasting oath: Give me back my rivers and mountains

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In this country where the sun rises

A pious baptism of blood and fire

Sublimation!!!

Tempered with majesty The rustling long sword

A towering monument forged with green blood