A snow falls on the land of China, and a snow falls on the land of China.
Is the Cold Current Stopping China?
Wind,
Like a sad old woman.
Follow closely
Stretch out your cold fingers
Pulling a pedestrian's skirt,
As old as your land.
Don't stop talking?
Appear in the forest,
Drive a carriage
You China farmer,
Wearing a fur hat,
Braving the heavy snow
Where are you going?
Tell you
I am also a descendant of farmers?
Because of yours
A face engraved with epileptic wrinkles.
I can go so deep
got it
People living on the grassland
The hardships of years.
but I ...
It's not happier than you.
? Lying on the river of time
A wave of suffering
How many times have you swallowed me and rolled me up?
Vagrancy and imprisonment
I lost the most precious time of my youth,
My life
Like your life.
The same haggard.
Snow fell on the land of China,
Is the Cold Current Stopping China?
By the river on a snowy night,
A small oil lamp moves slowly,
On that tattered Wu Peng boat
Reflect the light and hang your head.
Who is sitting there?
? Ah, you
A dirty little woman,
Is it ... or not
Your home
? A nest of happiness and warmth
An already violent enemy
Did it burn down?
Is it ... or not
On a night like this,
Without the protection of men,
In the fear of death
You were teased by the enemy's bayonet.
On such a cold night.
innumerable
Our elderly mother,
Just like a foreigner
I don't know the wheels of tomorrow.
What kind of journey do you want to embark on?
? and
Chinese path
Is so rugged,
It's too muddy.
Snow falls on the land of China;
Is the Cold Current Stopping China?
Those areas swallowed up by the fire,
Countless land cultivators
Lost their livestock.
Lost their land in Waugh.
squeeze in
In the dirty alley of despair of life;
Hungry earth
Reach out into the dark sky
Begging for help
Trembling arms.
The pain and disaster in China
As vast and long as this snowy night!
Snow fell on the land of China,
Is the Cold Current Stopping China?
China,
Mine is in the dark.
A weak poem.
Can I give you some warmth?
The second article is the poet on the northern Horqin grassland
Say to me:
? The north is sad. ?
Not bad,
The north is sad.
Blow from the outside of the plug.
Desert wind,
It's already gone
The Green of Life in the North
And the glory of time,
? Dark grayish yellow,
Covered with a layer of sand fog that can't be opened;
That day, the roar of Pentium,
Brought fear,
like mad
Sweep the land
Desert Yuan Ye
Frozen in the cold wind of October;
This village,
Ancient city,
On the hillside,
Riverbank,
Collapsed walls and deserted graves,
Covered with earthy melancholy.
Lonely pedestrians,
Upper body leaning forward
Cover your cheeks with your hands,
In the wind and sand
Difficulty breathing,
one by one
Struggling forward?
A few donkeys
? Have sad eyes
A beast with tired ears,
Carrying land
The weight of pain,
Their tired footsteps,
go slow
the north
Long and lonely road?
Those rivers have dried up long ago.
Cars were painted on the bottom of the river,
The land and people in the north
yearn for
The fountain that nourishes life!
Withered tree
Low-rise residence,
filmy
Gloomily
Scattered in
Under the gloomy sky;
In the sky,
Can't see the sun,
Only geese form a large group.
Wild geese in chaos,
Flapping its black wings,
Talk about their anxiety and pain,
Escape from this desolate area,
Escape to
Where is the shady South?
The north is sad;
Yellow River in Wan Li
Surging waves,
Go to the vast north
Pour out disasters and misfortunes;
And the wind and frost of the age,
depict
The vast north
Poverty and hunger.
but I ...
? This traveler from the south,
But love this sad northland.
blowing sand
The cold wind is biting,
Never let me curse;
I love this sad land,
The endless desert,
Also aroused my reverence:
? I saw it. ...
Our ancestors
Leading the sheep,
Attack the flute,
Immersed in this desert dusk?
We are moving forward.
Ancient
In the soft loess layer,
Buried with the bones of our ancestors,
? They reclaimed this land,
Thousands of years.
They're here.
Fighting against the nature that has hit them,
They defended the land.
Never been humiliated.
They are dead.
Leave us the land?
I love this sad land,
Its vast and barren land,
Bring us simple words
In a broad posture,
I believe: this speech and gesture
Live strong on the earth,
Never perish;
I love this sad land.
Ancient land,
This land has nurtured
This is what I like.
The hardest thing in the world
The oldest race.
The third wheelbarrow flows through the Yellow River area
At the bottom of countless dry rivers
trolley
With a wheel
Make a harsh sound and shake the gloomy sky.
Bud overcame cold and silence.
From the foot of the mountain
To the foot of the mountain
Full of noise
The sorrow of the people in the northland
On a cold day
Between poor villages and small villages
trolley
With independent wheels
Deep rutting on the gray loess layer
Across the vast desert
From this road
Which way?
Weave with each other
The sorrow of the people in the northland
In the fourth era, I stood under the low eaves.
Looking at the barren hills with ecstasy
The high and wide sky,
For a long time, I felt that I felt some kind of miracle.
I saw something flashing.
It inspires my heart like the sun,
With a loud noise on the horizon,
With a storm of screaming,
Rumbling?
I am fascinated by it and cheer for it! ?
When I heard the profile of the snow-capped mountains from the clouds
The bumpy rolling sound of the ship came from the uneven road.
Like the grooms who go to the wedding.
? Even though I know what it brings me.
This is not a holiday carnival.
And some vaudeville laughter.
This is a more cruel sight than a thousand slaughterhouses,
I still ran towards it.
Use the enthusiasm that life can exert.
I'm not weak? I'm not complacent,
I am not a person who can comfort myself or deceive myself.
I am not satisfied with what the world has given me.
? Honor or shame.
Whether it's a gloomy stare or a dark hatred.
And the happiness that people's eyes sparkle because of it.
I feel empty in places you don't know.
Give me a world to live in.
I always open my arms.
I asked to climb the mountain.
I want to cross the sea.
I want to meet higher praise and greater slander.
More unresolved grievances, more deadly blows?
Because I want to rise from the deep ditch of time?
No one, the pain will be worse than me?
I am loyal to the times, dedicated to the times, but silent.
Reluctantly, like a captured prisoner.
Silence before being taken to the execution ground.
I am silent because there is not enough loud language.
Like thunder in early summer through a cloudy sky.
Release my passion to my crazy cry.
Dedicated to something that makes me so excited and surprised.
I love it more than anything I have ever loved.
I am willing to give my life for its arrival.
Pass it from my body to my soul.
I look so humble in front of it.
I even want to lie on my back.
Let its feet step on my chest like a road.