Author: Ye
When I was a seedling of a pine tree,
The earth has given me noble sentiments!
I am determined to be a pillar of talent and devote myself to mankind.
A leaf, not afraid of snow, not afraid of swords, not afraid of skates!
Unfortunately, I am rooted in a deep canyon.
Very long, very long, but never higher than the grass on the top of the mountain.
I tried to suck my mother's shriveled breasts,
I am bent on raising my ideal to tens of thousands!
I really don't measure myself: childish! Ridiculous!
Ignorance prevents me from seeing my humble cells.
So I got what I deserved—
The oncoming storm!
Ah, it's upside down ...
Ah, the mountain calls for a tsunami ...
The great orogeny,
Bury me deep underground,
-I died when I was young.
I am dead! The young torso is convulsing underground,
I am dead! Immortal souls are still fighting for the call sign:
"I want to go out! I'm going out!
I want to go out-my ideal is not to squat in this dark prison! "
Long years,
How much unbearable pain I swallowed,
But the light of ideal still shines in my heart.
I turned into a piece of coal and knocked on the knocker of hell with indignation:
"Motherland, Motherland, I want to burn!"
How thick the earth's crust is and how ethereal the hope is!
I am eager: I am eager to see a thousand sunshine tunnels ahead!
I want to go out, throw myself into the stove and turn into a raging fire;
"Motherland, motherland, I want to burn-"
Beijing 1979.4. 16
Painful thoughts