Ah, the flute in my hometown.
That's just two green leaves. Put it on your lips, just like our ancestors,
Blow out a deep attachment to the homeland, blow out a radical praise for the scenery of hometown,
Blow out the love for life, blow out the song of freedom, the song of labor, the song of youth burning like a flame. ...
As simple as a folk song.
As simple as lyric poetry.
Stronger than wine.
Ah, the flute in my hometown.
That's just two green leaves. Put it on your lips, so from your heart, from your heart,
Blow out the passion of labor victory, blow out ten thousand people cheering and praising the sun,
Blow out the praise of the people's strength, blow out the song of light, the song of happiness, the song of the flag that rises to the sky like the sun!
In that flute, there is the smell of grass on the green plain in my hometown, and there is the smell of dzi in April.
There is the light of the sun.
Love never fails.
McGrady is a beautiful flute;
Mcgrady is a flute that everyone in our village can play; Is a child's favorite, naive flute; It is a flute that adults also like to play;
Maddy is a simple flute, which can blow out beautiful music by picking up a newly cut straw as a pipe.
Ah, playing the flute, blowing out the joy of harvest and the joy of labor;
Blow out the fresh fragrance of spring wheat with music; Set the dew in the field and the fragrance of the morning sun to music, blow it out from that wheat flute, set the dreams and hopes in our hearts to music, and blow it out from that wheat flute.
Blow it. In the collective music group in the village, each of us has a flute in his hand; Here, there, everywhere, the flute is blowing, the songs that we strive for and the songs that we hope for happiness are blowing.
In 1942
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Guo Feng's outstanding literary achievement lies in his prose poems. This kind of works mostly show the rural scenery in southern Fujian and the life scenes with local characteristics, and express the author's sincere feelings for the country and the motherland. This paper selects the first two chapters (Chapter 3) of Ye Di. The authors of the two poems express their feelings and vividly depict a folk map of rural areas in southern Fujian: the villagers made a simplest flute with green leaves or straw, formed a collective orchestra, and played a hymn to life, countryside, labor, light and freedom. With the help of Ye Di and McGrady, the author also sang his nostalgia for the countryside and praised the scenery of his hometown.
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Ancient city! April nights in the south are so sweet. Tonight, I think, I don't want to sleep. Quanzhou, let me stand at this window and watch you forever. I think, I am not a passerby here, I seem to have grown up here for generations; I love everything here. Quanzhou, I cherish your past, and I love you a thousand times today! Ah, according to legend, you are a witness to the ancient mulberry tree that once produced snow-white lotus flowers; Quanzhou has become more beautiful today. I saw the window of the school, which opened like wisteria on the flower shed, and the light shone like a fishing fire on the sea. I saw the house of Huaqiao New Village and its balcony, which was built on a slope, surrounded by bamboo fences and the night of Gulong Eye Forest. I saw the building of Liyuan Opera Troupe, which is very close to the suburbs. Go ahead, there are beautiful rivers and ancient stone bridges. I saw the station brightly lit. Has the last bus arrived at the station? Have overseas Chinese ever taken this bus to visit relatives in their hometown? I saw the fields in the suburbs like the ocean, and the wheat waves in April rippled like waves in the bright moonlight. I saw an orchard like a beehive, where the flowers were bearing fruit and the fruit was brewing sweet juice. I see the chimney's arm reaching into the bright night sky, and I hear the wheels and squeezers in the factory building singing new songs ... Ah, all these are what I love. Let me sing about the new love, new buildings and new monuments set up in this fragrant land!
Let me reach out and hold you in my arms:
Quanzhou! Good Night!
(Guo Feng, "Sleeping in Quanzhou")
Guo Feng's two essays are selected from Ye Di Ji (Writers Publishing House, 1959 edition).