Wang Shu "I use my damaged palms"
I use my damaged palms to explore this vast land:
This corner has turned into ashes, that corner Just blood and mud;
This lake should be my hometown,
(In spring, the flowers on the embankment are like brocade barriers, and the broken willow branches have a strange fragrance,)
p>I feel the coolness of Nymphoides and water;
The snowy peaks of Changbai Mountain are bone-chillingly cold,
The water of the Yellow River is slippery with mud and sand between my fingers. out;
The paddy fields in the south of the Yangtze River are so soft... now there is only basil;
The lychee flowers in the south of the Lingnan are lonely and haggard,
over there, I dipped them in There are no fishing boats in the bitter waters of the South China Sea...
Invisible palms pass over the hateless mountains and rivers,
The fingers are stained with blood and ashes, and the palms are stained with darkness,
Only that distant corner is still complete,
warm, clear, solid and vigorous in spring.
On it, I caress it gently with my damaged palm,
Like the soft hair of a lover, the milk in a baby's hand.
I put all my strength into my palm and put it on it,
I send love and all hope, because only there is the sun,
It is spring, which will drive away Darkness brings rejuvenation,
Because only there we do not live like animals,
die like ants... There, the eternal China!
Shu Ting's "Motherland, My Dear Motherland"
I am your dilapidated old waterwheel by the river
Spinning tired for hundreds of years Song;
I am the blackened miner’s lamp on your forehead,
illuminating your snail groping in the tunnel of history;
I am the withered ear of rice ; It’s the roadbed in disrepair;
It’s the barge on the shoal that pulls the rope deeply into your shoulders;
——The motherland!
I am poor and sad.
I am the painful hope of your ancestors for generations,
I am the flower on the sleeves of "Flying Sky" for thousands of years
that has not fallen to the ground; - the motherland ah!
I am your new ideal,
just broke free from the cobweb of myth;
I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow quilt;
I am your smile with tears;
I am the newly painted snow-white starting line;
It is the crimson dawn that is gushing; - Motherland!
I am one billionth of you
Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters;
You are known for your scarred breasts
Feed the confused me, the thoughtful me, the boiling me;
Then get yours from my flesh and blood;
Rich, your glory , your freedom;
——Motherland, my dear motherland!
Guo Moruo's "Coal in the Furnace"
Ah, my young girl!
I will not let you down,
and you will not let me down.
I am so excited for my beloved!
Ah, my young girl!
You should know my predecessor?
Don’t you think my black slave is reckless?
It takes a black slave like me to have a heart like fire in my chest.
Ah, my young girl!
I think my predecessor was originally a useful pillar.
I have been buried alive in the ground for many years.
It is only now that I can see the light of day again.
Ah, my young girl!
Since I saw the light of day again,
I often miss my hometown,
I am so burning for my beloved!