Decadent days
Has sunk to the bottom of the river,
Let running water wash it.
Leave almost no trace;
Heshanshang
Where the footsteps of spring pass,
Flowers and grass are everywhere;
From the jungle over there
It came out, too.
A bird loyal to the season
Sing loudly.
Sowers
It's time to sow,
Work hard for us.
The earth will multiply.
Gold particles.
At this moment,
You, sad poet,
Should also brush away the melancholy of the past,
Let hope wake up in your own heart.
A long-broken heart:
Because, the land where we died,
Under the clear sky
Has been resurrected!
-suffering has also become a memory,
In its warm chest
Re-vortex
Will be the blood of the combatants.
Shanghai Hangzhou Road 1937 July 6