My "Confessions" Book
The heavy chain was ringing at his feet,
You can hold the whip high,
I don't need any confession,
Even if the chest is facing the bloody bayonet!
People can't lower their noble heads,
Only those who are afraid of death beg for "freedom";
What is torture?
Death can't make me talk!
I laugh at death,
The devil's palace swayed in laughter;
This is my confession as a party member.
Sing a triumphant song and ruin the Chiang dynasty.
Sitting on the bottom of the prison
My friend He Jingping (1918-1949)1948 wrote this poem in Zhazidong in the summer:
In order to avoid the pain of the next generation,
We want to-
I would like to sit in this prison!
We were born rebels,
We have to turn this upside-down Gankun around!
We are going to knock this unreasonable thing over!
Today, we went to the prison.
What's so rare about going to jail?
In order to avoid the pain of the next generation,
We are willing-willing to sit in this prison!