The poem "The Last Minute" refers to one minute before the return of Hong Kong.
The whole poem expresses the author's incomparable excitement and pride at this moment.
1 July, 9971day, on the countdown board in front of the Chinese History Museum, the patriotic feelings accumulated in the hearts of China people gushed out at the moment when the Big Zero appeared.
The whole poem has four sections. In the third section, the author thinks about the humiliating history of Hongkong, the unequal treaties imposed on China by the great powers since the Opium War, and expresses the exultation of pride now.
last minute
Midnight. Hong kong,
Let me hold your hand,
Listen to the last minute storm.
Listening to your approaching footsteps,
Listen to the heartbeat and inquiries of all China people.
last minute
This is the shape of a flag,
Is the red rising slowly between heaven and earth,
This is the flagpole-the upright backbone of China people.
Is unfolding, the land and sky of Hong Kong,
This is a moment of silence for everyone to celebrate.
His trembling lips remained silent,
Who is crying over and over again?
Gently shouted the name:
Hong Kong, Hong Kong, our hearts!
I saw it,
The last wisp of smoke over mankind,
The last moment after a hundred years.
Finally dispersed;
Shredded history textbooks,
On page 1997,
That scar that goes deep into the bone marrow,
Blood and knife light have been released.
Into our souls.
When a yellow old treaty quietly landed,
Emerge from the smoke
The face of the Great Wall, the face with yellow skin,
Slow-moving things-
A hundred years of pain and happiness,
Through these tears,
Let the sea boil!
At this moment,
It's midnight and early morning,
All eyes are brand-new sunrises,
All salutes are the bells of the century.
Hong Kong, let me hold your hand tightly.
Listen to the last minute of wind and rain,
Then run, hug,
Welcome new things
Dew and fragrance
Rooted in the depths of the earth
The first bauhinia flower ...