-Evocation for more than 300,000 Nanjing soldiers and civilians slaughtered by Japanese aggressors.
Famous poet: Wang Jiuxin
one
Fog produced by soft or hard mud layer
Slowly rise
It snowed in the boundless and expressionless sky.
Drift down slowly
On and before that day
A premonition is accompanied by fear.
Quietly came to Nanjing
It smells as wet as fog.
Snow crystal borneol
On the city wall
Show a gift for concealment
And the infiltration of talents.
Frightened eyes
In the impact of the tinkling of small vendors' clay pots,
Make a beautiful and moving oratorio
I hear trembling birds.
group by group
Hovering in the clear sky
I heard.
Half a century later this morning.
Snow-covered own pen tip floats silently.
two
There is a snowflake with six feet.
Three pairs of snow-white feet stuck out.
Standing in the position of a cloud, it has escaped without a trace.
sky
In silence
Drift to the gate
blast
Drifting in disorder
city gate
City gate in four directions
Like a couple.
Look at each other without advocating that.
Open your eyes wide.
look
look
Follow your eyes
Or follow that door
you
You soldiers
Look at them.
Look at them.
China people.
The plates of lifeless faces.
Look at it, I beg you.
What I call
A Republic with millions of elite teachers
three
What a good name the Kuomintang is.
National Party.
You just waved China's broadsword like that.
Cut it off with one knife
Just cut off the people and put only one party word between them.
Go upstream.
Through the beautiful Three Gorges of the Yangtze River.
Come to Shancheng.
Taste the famous Chongqing hotpot.
Say it hot.
Niang Xi fart
four
At this time, the devils entered the city.
just
Falling from the sky like a rainstorm
Open the door to killing.
Kill people like lyrics.
That kind of feeling
That kind of feeling is unknown to China people.
that's true
Like cutting sugar cane.
A space shuttle was launched.
There is a row of fallen dogs.
Poop-poop sound
In the center of the devil
Be beaten wild and unruly
Mount a machine gun
No different from the greed of rapists.
five
Streets extend in all directions.
The bayonet realized real freedom.
For example, seeing an old man
Bayonets can't talk.
I didn't hesitate to poke him in the chest.
Then you don't have to watch the bayonet pull out.
I went to another house.
A young woman who is seven months pregnant has a bucket in her stomach.
Blood was stabbed in the face one step away.
Not clean, she stabbed another 14-year-old girl's vagina
Stick it in and pick it up.
The girl screamed in horror.
Stab deeper with a bayonet.
Then stir it again.
Until the girl dies.
This will pull out the bayonet.
The kind that shows orientals and China people.
There's not much difference between grinning.
six
They grabbed my grandpa's brother's ear that day.
Put a combat knife around his neck.
Take pictures of my grandpa's brother.
Shake one's soft body violently
He couldn't help shivering, and he couldn't help thinking of the scene just now.
The japs who cut 120 China people have fear.
Even though my ears were almost torn off.
Cracks cut a torn heart like scissors.
But in the face of roadblocks built with corpses, he still couldn't help shivering.
Stand up people's backs.
I can't help shaking, I can't.
seven
There were young girls everywhere that night.
It's full of innocent moonlight girls.
shriek of pain
Knocking on the walls of the ancient city again and again.
Thick-walled Chinese brick.
Rebound gently
The echo in the street
You listen, you listen
Not only do you listen to the screams, but you also listen.
Listen to the crash of steel rings on the belt.
It's so calm and relaxed.
undo one's leather belt
It's the sound of tightening your belt again. you must
The necessity of holding your breath and listening.
Take away the screams of young girls.
Hear the crash of steel rings on the belt.
Listen, listen, that crisp voice
Does it look like a red cloth?
A piece of red cloth without end.
Shake it out in the girl's screams
More and more red, more and more red
Red.
I don't understand, Strasky
Friends of Melody in Spring Festival
Imagine this unique red color.
Isn't that the national anthem?
Isn't that an international song?
Listen to you.
eight
This is not a watermelon.
This is a peach-shaped heart.
It is the heart of Nanjing people in China.
It's an appetizer for Yamada and Kameda.
Of course I can't know.
This delicious taste
I have to make an illusory and shocking guess.
Japanese officers familiar with China.
Maybe a thousand people from the refugee camp
He patted the shoulders of five strong men.
Smile kindly and say Mihimihi.
It determines the problem of slitting open the belly.
His soldiers are stupid.
He put his hand on the ocean knife.
Insert from the chest and go out from the back.
Show the bright and curved crescent moon
In the sunshine without moonlight
That strong man
One to two.
Three, four, five
Five strong hearts of China people.
Make an appetizer
They tasted it carefully like experts.
Yo, yo, yo, let your lips draw a satisfactory curve.
I don't know.
This delicious taste
But I'm pretty sure
People like me.
My heart can't be eaten
have only
I met the beast.
nine
Beasts charge everywhere, sweeping from all directions.
It's like fog everywhere.
If you're afraid,
Close your eyes. If you're afraid,
Just cover your ears, as long as your sense of smell is normal.
The smell is enough. That bloody smell.
This is a moment, tonight in half a century.
I can smell the smoke clearly and without doubt.
At first, I couldn't help coughing, and then
It's a hot, sticky liquid coming at you.
There was no smell at first, and then flies buzzed.
A fishy hum.
I'll drag you into the blood. You swim.
I just swam out today.
Unforgettable memories in that man's bones
ten
Their demons
Have the most unique appreciation habit in the world.
tool
The devil's rebellion against traditional ideas
It can reach the point where a son rapes his mother.
The extent to which a father raped his daughter.
It's just this pursuit of them
Forcing the people of China to carry out
Chinese
China people.
This experience is as noble as the Great Wall.
A thick blue brick.
Hold hands like brothers.
Side by side
The porcelain that constitutes our history is solid and powerful.
So we can't pretend to be fashionable.
A poet
That is me. I say
As long as evil and greed exist
I will never give up the pursuit of responsibility.
eleven
I plunged into this sea of blood.
Stare around but can't see the stars
Try my best but can't swim out of the sea
I am stroking the souls of 300,000 Nanjing soldiers and civilians in the sea.
I found that their hearts were full of flowers of longing.
One by one.
Huge and bright
It smells strange freely.
Like real thoughts.
The fog came in.
Let every breath I take
It's like a sublimation
today
On the streets of Nanjing today
Present an old man's expression with a quiet expression.
Fragrant particles were sprayed by girls again.
Hit again and again.
What is wrong with me?
twelve
Blank blank finally passed.
Thoughts are like screams.
Pierce my flesh diluted by time
As a military poet,
I can't help hating my poor feelings.
Can't help this heartbreaking pain.
Think deeply.
I used up all my strength.
Suck deeply
Suck until you are suffocating.
Look into the mirror.
Then push it out a little.
The kind of pain that can never be pushed clean
They surrounded me.
The distance between me and the mirror
Show limbs cut from the waist
The body of boiling blood spring
Hit the board with one hand.
And those who were poured with gasoline and burned in half a spiral.
The ear and the one hanging from the crooked neck tree
Still staring at the head
Wait, wait, wait. I can't ignore it
Can't face this thrilling scene
It doesn't matter if you say it's fashionable.
thirteen
Me and my country
Sit facing the wall
We sat and lost track of time.
in history
Historically1937+February 13,
For the next six weeks,
We experienced a terrible massacre.
Experienced the pain of being killed.
That kind of pain
Flowing all over me
Dashui Dashui
The flood is horizontal and vertical.
It exploded in a circle.
A little girl with mushrooms.
Did you find the smallest shrapnel?
Did you find it? Did you find it?
The smallest shrapnel
fourteen
She found it.
Not because my father's shoulders are swollen.
When the rainy season comes.
That dull shrapnel.
That piece of shrapnel
Shrapnel accompanied my father's retirement.
Between me and my brother
Between me and my brother
And my sister.
And my mother who loves my father.
Pain and become a heart disease.
Let us miss our father all the time.
Don't miss my father's pain
Is the war over?
Whom should I ask to?
fifteen
Hitler is dead.
Mussolini and tojo hideki were also hanged.
But that humiliation
But like mushrooms after rain.
Grow crazy in my heart
Almost touched the moon.
Almost shook the stars.
That shame
That shame
In my vast land ~ kind heart
Like crazy snow
Show my endless thoughts
sixteen
I have never experienced a war.
My father fought the devil.
I was almost killed by the devil.
Although I won't retaliate
For those XXXX Japanese devils
Japanese devils stained with China's blood.
I can't help thinking of those years when smoke and blood were intertwined.
And unyielding flags flying over the years
seventeen
Aren't we going to build a beautiful home?
Don't we miss barking in the middle of the night?
When we think of that cry, aren't we tempted to sing?
Isn't there a deep sense of generation when singing?
Didn't he feel a sense of accomplishment after he came out?
We are in the land where our ancestors sweated.
Sowing year after year, harvesting year after year.
Get married and have children in the process of sowing and harvesting.
Generation after generation
About peace or about the desire for peace and prosperity?
seventeen
Aren't we going to build a beautiful home?
Don't we miss barking in the middle of the night?
When we think of that cry, aren't we tempted to sing?
Isn't there a deep sense of generation when singing?
Didn't he feel a sense of accomplishment after he came out?
We are in the land where our ancestors sweated.
Sowing year after year, harvesting year after year.
Get married and have children in the process of sowing and harvesting.
Generation after generation
About peace or about the desire for peace and prosperity?
eighteen
As a military poet,
As soon as I joined the army
He joined the ranks of China artillery.
Then let me put the wishes of our country
Filling large caliber gun bore
Shooter! Shooter!
Let's be soldiers.
a?paid?test-taker
Let's put the wishes of our country
Shooting at gunmen all over the world
This is the lyric way of our soldiers in China.
Brothers and sisters of all mankind.
Let's sit down.
sit down
Sit down quietly
Enjoy the starry sky tonight.
Quiet and independent existence.
Emit different intensities of starlight and blue sky in Yue Hui.
nineteen
you said
Evil war, we are on the chessboard.
Thank you for your wisdom.
Let's talk about Nie Weiping and Japanese and
The masters in Southeast Asia are full of admiration.
But why did you rush out of the board?
Bomb indiscriminately in some corners
Let's go over and over again
Think of yesterday
Yesterday, the snow hit my face.
The cold current cone is biting
twenty
in Beijing
In front of the Monument to the People's Heroes
I put my hand on
Put it on the cold white marble.
It's like peeling off layers of dark soil.
Look at those machetes.
Huang Chengcheng mint jiaozi and millet.
Grenade and bent machine gun
On protracted war, reprinted on fringed paper
And general Yang Jingyu's belly.
Zhao Yiman's unremitting spirit and so on.
Deep in the earth, like passion
Quietly flooded into my mind
So I know.
What is peace?
twenty-one
Yes, I'm crazy.
Love my own strong limbs.
And eyes with black waves shining under their eyelids.
Like my lover
Kiss my heart again and again
The same personality as my straight nose.
Yes, I love myself.
Love every minute of your life.
Every minute.
It is possible for me to write a poem about my life experience.
Every moment.
I may fall in love with a pair of beautiful eyes forever.
But I know very well
This is not the whole content of life.
About philosophy
I still don't agree with some of Sartre's views.
About geology
The theory of continental mosaic structure seems more reasonable.
About poetry
Needless to say.
create
I think happiness is full of infinite wisdom and emotion.
Twenty Two
Yes, history has its own history and its own path.
Our wish
If you don't break the spirit of the head
The bronze yellow bell will remain silent forever.
Although he is an army poet.
I said it three years ago.
China will no longer give soldiers from any country.
Provide opportunities for creating honor and meritorious service.
But history
But history has its own history and its own path.
We are walking on the road.
High-spirited, high-spirited
twenty-three
Who remembers today?
This song echoed in the sky of the motherland in the 1950s.
Who is it? Who remembers?
It's me. I remember nguy?n· van ·tr?i.
I remember in the cartoon "line drawing"
He took out the tape of the American tape recorder and tore it up.
Jump from an eight-story window
Lame in the leg
The picture of walking to the execution ground is an unyielding hero.
This is the sharp tooth of a weak country.
Not only biting fear of death
It also bites out the voice of a country's independence and freedom.
I will always remember.
That face is as white as snow.
That's a movie.
The title of "Coastal Storm"
A word from an old sailor.
I will always remember.
Walk with us on the road.
High-spirited, high-spirited together
These different parts about war and death
After they and 1937 12 13.
Historical facts of the six-week massacre
This is all in my imagination.
Organize a movie about war.
On my brain screen
At first, it was a fog of fear.
Then bad luck came like crazy snow.
In Nanjing, after Nanjing 1937 12 13.
March 24-25 at 3: 45 am, 1990.
In front of the poet Wang Jiuxin
Repeated display
This movie is called (Crazy Snow).
I watched it for two days and two nights in a row and waited for a while
Without a word.
About war
About soldiers
About peace
Suddenly I woke up like a big dream.
The soul flies out of the rainbow
Then write this poem.
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