Gorky's Haiyan
On the vast sea, wind and dark clouds gather. Between the dark clouds and the sea, Haiyan flies proudly like black lightning. One moment its wings hit the waves, the other moment it rushed into the dark clouds like an arrow, and it shouted ...
In the brave cry of birds, the dark clouds heard joy.
In this cry, full of longing for the storm! In this cry, the dark clouds heard the power of anger, the flame of enthusiasm and the confidence of victory.
Seagulls groaned before the storm came-groaned and flew over the sea, trying to hide their fear of the storm in the depths of the sea.
The sea ducks also groaned-these sea ducks could not enjoy the joy of life and fighting, and the rumbling thunder frightened them.
Stupid penguins cringe and hide their fat bodies under steep cliffs. . .
Only the arrogant petrel flies bravely and freely on the foam sea.
Dark clouds are getting darker and lower, pressing towards the sea; The waves sang and rushed into the air to meet the thunder. Thunder roared. Waves roared in angry water droplets, contending with the wind. You see, the wind tightly picked up a pile of huge waves and threw them on the steep cliff, smashing this large piece of jade into dust and foam.
Haiyan shouted and flew, passing through the dark clouds like black lightning and arrows, and her wings blew waves of water droplets. Look, it flies like an elf-a proud, black spirit of the storm-it is laughing and barking. . . It laughs at those dark clouds, it cheers!
This sensitive spirit has long recognized its drowsiness from the anger of thunder. Convinced that dark clouds can't cover the sun-yes, they can't!
The wind is howling. . . Thunder rumbled. . .
Piles of dark clouds are like blue flames, burning in the bottomless sea. The sea caught lightning like a golden arrow and put it out in its own abyss. The shadow of lightning, like a flame, winds and floats on the sea, fleeting.
-Storm! A storm is coming!
This is the brave Haiyan, flying proudly in the roaring sea between lightning. This is the prophet of victory shouting: "let the storm come more violently!"
In addition, poems expressing people's memory of the Prime Minister and their determination to eradicate the Gang of Four:
Xiong Jie-Zhou Enlai
Standing for a thousand years, the British name will last forever.
The river mourns, and the castle peak is a monument.
When I want to hear ghosts scream, I will cry and laugh.
Tears to the hero, stand tall, draw a sword to help.
The male air pressure is five mountains, and the British wind breaks thousands of rivers.
There is no end to honor and disgrace, and everyone cries.
The stars are still shining and the flowers are more fragrant.
Sprinkle your blood, just to make the national flag redder.
Whenever Tomb-Sweeping Day has tears, several families in the world cry out of their wits.
Only this year is different, and the whole country is suffering.
Zhuge Liang died in Wei Yan's rebellion, pretending to be a hero and deceiving sages.
There are hundreds of millions of Ma Dai today.
Generation after generation is arrogant, and the people's revolution is heroic.
Tonight, the country lost eight thousand miles, lamenting the ebb and flow of the Yangtze River.