Miss Suning
There is a red star on the head of memory.
Its light led me back to 1990.
In that birch for covered with snow
A cold wind blows from Siberia.
Kick open the frozen layer of black land
Young eardrums are full of green codes.
Suning Suning
1990 with a steel gun
I am a baby-faced soldier beside you.
Hold the gills to help listen quietly.
The monitor told our group of new recruits your story.
Those thrilling scenes
At that time, I can stand in the queue and salute you.
I can watch your heroic figure for a long time under the powerful artillery group.
Suning Suning
Many years later
Why can I only read your resolute Ming Che's eyes on the tablet?
Why can I only call your hero to the national flag?
I can't take out the pain condensed in my soul with flesh and blood.
Those evil shrapnel holes pass through my youthful dreams.
It was Song Qing who fell, and it was wise who lived.
Suning Suning
The moment the Grenade exploded
Whose eulogy keeps your sonorous voice eternal?
In the last few seconds, I want to count down in the long river of years
The trembling sky suddenly reveals your serene smile.
You see life standing up again.
You said you said it in the distant clouds.
Comrades, my dear comrades
stand at attention
Don't see me off in tears. That's an order.
Suning Suning
The lines I wrote in blood that year.
Has been engraved in the barracks haunted by dreams.
If you pick up a Grenade that has blown the fuse,
Can achieve a brave, leaving a moving.
So two, so two.
How deadly it is to repeat the same action in the same danger
Three, three sparks.
You are as calm as ever, Sue.
You left. You disappeared like lightning.
Suning Suning
It's not enough for me to be your soldier.
I dare not even look at it.
There is also a temperature patch on your vest.
I dare not even turn off that sleepless light in your room.
You're alive, in the moonlight and on the back of your desk.
There is an enamel pot with boiling water on the table.
A set of faded troops on the iron bed was folded into a square.
The smoke settled and time was scattered among the unfamiliar and familiar flowers.
I caught a handful of flowers in the sun.
Recall my radio friend, my hero.
Suning Suning
Many years later
Why can I only read your resolute Ming Che's eyes on the tablet?
Why can I only call your hero to the national flag?