Poems on the Frontier of Shengli Mountain in Wuqi

There is a mountain there.

The last battle of the long March

It happened around it.

In order not to be forgotten

The government built roads and monuments.

How many tourists come to give directions?

The mountain is still the same.

The main position of killing everywhere

In the canyon around the mountain

The gunfire was sucked away by the loess.

There are many human sculptures erected.

Who is the petrochemical hero?

Whose time and space continue here?

Northern Shaanxi of Qian Shan

Mountains are all over the earth.

It is full of eternal breath.

The evening breeze blows everything.

Even if every leaf sticks out its tongue.

I can't tell you what this means.

I don't know what happened today.

Sunset tears clouds.

Put a warm afterglow.

Wipe the backbone of the spirit

That's my ancestor's forehead.

A bloody mark.

And a conversation.

Culture is the meaning of life.

Endless killing.

That's just self-righteous glory

Buddhism, Confucianism, Taoism and God

* * * A loving lady.

Children and grandchildren.

Please remember that I am on this day

Poems left by landing in a pool of blood

They are a summary.

It is also wishful thinking.

I hope all the battlefields in the world

Can be a thing of the past forever

Long live peace

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