Faced with this pain, the mountain bowed its head,
The river was cut off,
But the prison door is closed,
"slave's cave"
And the anxiety about death is hidden behind the door.
For whom the fresh wind blows,
Who is the gentle sunset for?
We don't know, we have the same experience everywhere,
Only the gnashing sound of the key was introduced into the eardrum,
Also, the heavy footsteps of soldiers.
We got up as if we were going to catch the morning mass,
We walked through the desolate capital,
Meeting there is lifeless than the dead.
Neva river is foggy and the sun is dim.
But I hope to sing in the distance.
The verdict ... tears poured down in an instant.
I'm far away from the crowd and standing alone,
It's like taking life from my heart,
It's like being roughly knocked to the ground,
But walking ... stumbling ... a woman ...
After two years of disaster,
Where is my sister who lost her freedom now?
What can they dream in a snowstorm in Siberia?
What hallucinations do they have on a full moon night?
I want to give them my parting respects. 1940.3
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This is another heavy rumor,
On my last breath,
It doesn't matter, because I'm ready, and I can deal with whoever it is.
Today, I have many things to do:
I want to kill my memory with roots,
I want to turn my heart into stone,
I want to learn to survive again-
Otherwise, the rustling of green trees in summer,
Outside the window, it will be similar to a festival.
I had a hunch that this day would come,
It was bright and the room was empty. 1939, Xia
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You will come eventually, why not now?
It's hard for me, but I'm waiting,
I turned off the light, opened the door,
How simple and strange it is to invite you,
Please, with your favorite face,
Or throw it into the room like a gas bomb,
Or like a seasoned gangster, sneaking up with a hammer,
Or kill me with typhoid bacteria,
Or make things up about you.
The story that everyone is familiar with is disgusting-
In order for me to see that frightened face at a glance.
The housekeeper and his blue hat.
None of this matters to me now.
Polaris shines in the sky, and Yenisei River rolls on the waves.
The blue eyes I like,
The light masked the fear at the last minute. 19391939.8.19 erotic palace
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I know how faces fade,
There are timid eyes under the eyelids,
How suffering changes the rough cuneiform,
Page after page, full of cheeks,
A lock of dark gray curly hair,
How to turn silver in an instant,
How the smile on humble lips withers,
Fear trembled in a dry laugh.
I don't just pray for myself,
But for all the people standing with me,
Whether it's winter or July heat wave,
I jumped under the blind red wall.
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It's almost time for a drink offering.
I see, I hear, I feel your presence:
One, stumbling to the window,
A man who has never trampled on his birthplace,
One shook his beautiful skull,
I said, "I feel like I'm home when I come here."
I want to tell everyone their last names,
But the list was taken away and there was no way to find out.
I'm going to use their words I overheard,
Weave them a huge cloth.
Whenever and wherever, I will remember them.
I will never forget this new disaster.
If someone shuts my mouth in extreme pain,
This mouth shouted out the voices of hundreds of millions of people.
The day before I died,
Let them mourn me with this trick.
If this country at some point in the future,
Want to build a monument for me,
I will promise this grand ceremony,
But on one condition-
Can't be built on the beach where I was born,
I have cut off the last contact with the sea;
Can't be built on the stump of the imperial garden that I miss day and night.
There, the shadow of extreme sadness is looking for me;
I stood for 300 hours to build it.
They refused to open the door for me.
I'm also afraid of a comfortable death,
I don't want the Black Pill to rumble any more,
No longer want to knock,
I don't want to make an old woman cry like a wounded trapped animal.
Let the eyelids of the solidified bronze statue,
Tears flow down like melted snow,
Let the pigeons in the prison groan in the distance,
Let the ship sail smoothly on the Neva River.
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