Cai Weimeng
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chapter one
The imprisoned world
Palm-sized dam,
A day as big as a sieve;
More than 200 unyielding people,
Confined to a small circle of high walls,
An ordinary lock divides the world into two sides.
Air,
Sunshine,
water ...
Become a limited giving.
People are treated as livestock,
Locked in a damp cabin for years.
With your feet,
There is no road in front of me.
Through the damper,
Send away the passing dusk,
Waiting for the golden dawn.
The top of the mountain outside the wall is yellow and green.
How many years!
I hope that every minute will pass.
This wall, so high!
Guns and bayonets form a dense net.
Can you catch all the birds in the sky?
Even if you cut your wings,
Eagle, when did you forget to fly?
Even the shadow of a sparrow.
Passing through the window of Niulanba,
I can't help but be heartbroken.
Life is embedded in a picture frame,
Today is a copy of countless yesterdays.
A premonition of disaster,
Like a dark cloud hanging over your head all the time.
It is late at night,
People have been snoring,
Nerve endings stand guard with pointed ears;
Before my eyes were awakened by nonsense,
I still have a series of nightmares.
Since when,
Prison, ah, has become the cradle of rebels!
On a stormy night,
Passengers were forced to stay in this black shop.
When the dim light
Through the curtain door,
Reflected in the pattern of light and shadow;
The story of a hero,
The story of the struggle between man and beast ...
Then draw a circle on your face.
Everyone,
Every story,
As beautiful as a myth,
It's all a syllable in the movement of the great era.
-Freedom,
-suffering ...
Who is using the fingertips of life?
Play these two sets of vibrato strings?
The cock crows early to see the sky!
At the end of the song, it is almost dawn.
chapter two
The battle was won.
The prison door that once opened for you,
Lift your feet.
You can cross this iron threshold.
The person in charge of the key said:
what do you want to do?
Career or politics?
I'll give you a senior official,
I will give it to your company, bank, bookstore and newspaper office. ...
-Otherwise, hum!
The sneer covers the sharp knife in the discourse;
Just like a yogi's experiment with Devil Ding,
You refused the temptation of profit and wealth,
Lift your neck,
I will drink this bitter juice in one breath!
Without even frowning,
Keep walking through the pile of gold,
I didn't glance at the red-crowned crane Hua Ling.
The lover's eyes,
Mother's smiling face ...
How many young hearts,
Teared to pieces by the hand of emotion;
You, glorious winner,
Between nodding and shaking your head,
What a fierce battle you have experienced!
With what?
In a few moments of struggle,
You finally defeated the double enemy.
Like soldiers on the battlefield:
With a shield of faith in one hand,
One hand waving the sword of will.
Since then, the prison gate has been deadlocked.
The light of the bronze key,
Never appeared before your eyes.
-To avoid the suffering of the next generation,
We're gonna-we're gonna sit in this prison!
More than 200 hearts beat with the melody,
More than 200 people only hope that one day-
Waiting for his brother,
Break down the prison door with the butt of a gun!
chapter three
Will is shining.
Speak human language,
Wearing other people's clothes,
Just like humans,
But with the lungs of snakes and wolves.
Let naive biologists think about it—
There will be such animals in the world!
There are more than 200 people here.
Every one of them is living proof,
Each one left a permanent paw print on its body.
Hot iron burned on the chest,
Bamboo sticks are nailed into every fingertip,
Fill your nostrils with cold water,
Use electricity through the whole body ...
Man's will,
Made in the poisonous fire of hell—
As bright as gold!
As hard as gold!
Will burn the meat,
Can break bones and muscles;
An iron bar,
A wooden barbell,
I can't pry open my clenched lips,
-that's the safety line for thousands of soldiers in Qian Qian!
Cut the chest and abdomen with a bayonet,
Dig it out—
Only hot hearts!
Tiger Bench and Ducks Floating ...
"Water hyacinth" and "plane lays eggs" ...
What a unique and rich word,
In their dictionary,
This is a tool against rebels,
This is a pleasant game;
In the history of human struggle,
But the note was written in bright red handwriting:
A furnace for steelmaking,
A grinder for grinding jade.
You, with a broken leg,
You, your arm is broken ...
Make yourself physically disabled,
In order to make the flowers bloom perfectly,
Produce fruitful fruit for the fruit.
This is the harvest season,
In front of your friends,
Lover,
comrade ...
Every scar,
Are boasting about its glory,
The meaning it contains.
chapter four
Welcome, comrade-in-arms
Welcome to visit!
Dear comrades:
Comrade.
Where are you from?
Which village,
Which city,
Set off a wave of liberation!
Only turbid boiling water,
Only residual cigarette butts,
Friendly fingers,
I have dispelled my doubts about the magic cave.
A soul that has only been boiled,
A tortured corpse,
As comfortable as a hot spring ...
Share a thin blanket on a cold night,
Let the whole body feel warm wholeheartedly.
Swallows will bring spring letters;
People from the front,
Victory in the communication struggle:
-East hillside,
-xishanping,
The people have turned over!
In the yard,
Every pair of eyes is bright,
Every cheek glows,
Fire burns deep inside. ...
A cold pot,
Some broken beds,
Home, broken, no sigh.
On a stormy night,
How many forest nests will be overturned?
How many ships will sink into the sea?
Between brothers in trouble,
You see your family's face,
I feel as warm as family.
Like the ebb tide,
The fish stayed on the shore,
* * * With suffering,
* * * The same corporate aspirations,
Let everyone live in each other's bubbles.
Now that the tide has been heard,
Surging waves,
Inevitably, closer,
Closer ...
chapter five
Wait behind bars.
Like an eagle in a cage
Comb his wings,
Prepare for the day of flying;
Long-term imprisonment,
Can you paralyze the will of the rebels?
In the bar,
Always sharpen the weapon of struggle-
Chalk made of yellow mud,
Wrote a handout on the floor,
You, a student and a teacher,
Karl, Engels, ilych, Joseph
Like sitting next to you,
Intimate narration with everyone;
Mao Zedong's words,
Keep it in my mind over and over again,
Review it carefully in your mind.
Cold Russia,
How to bloom fragrant flowers all over;
Ancient China,
How to light the torch of liberation?
The story of fighting the enemy,
The story of fighting against yourself,
Scene after scene reappears in the fundus,
Like countless Mars.
Shining in such a dark night sky.
Rotating gear,
Waving a hoe,
Shake your pen and spit your tongue;
Before the new garden is completed,
You, to your brother,
Naked from the depths of the soul and body,
See where there are dark traces,
See where there are stains,
Into the holy and fragrant countryside,
Who, I'm so embarrassed to be dirty!
Not to mention wrapping your feet,
You can't be liberated when you are old;
Big brother in his fifties,
Learn to read and write every day;
Children who are still peeing in their dreams,
Will also use childish spoken language,
Tell the truth about the revolution,
Describe the beauty of the new society.
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Cai: A native of Suining, Sichuan. Journalist, poet. /kloc-0 was arrested in April, 1948 and detained in Zhazidong concentration camp of Chongqing China-US Institute of Special Technical Cooperation. 1949 Chongqing died on the eve of liberation.
[Notes]
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(1) Comrade Cai insisted on writing in prison. He dipped a bamboo stick in cotton-burnt ink and wrote a record of blood, tears and hatred. 1949165438+1On the night of October 27th, Comrade Cai was taken from Zhazidong to Songlinpo execution ground, and his unfinished long poem manuscript-
The poems of the black prison were left in the weeds and were discovered only after the liberation of Chongqing. This precious poem was finally preserved.