Going to Shanxi to join the team in 1968: a golden year of creation, with masterpieces such as "Believe in the Future", "Ocean Trilogy" and "This is Beijing at 4:08".
〖Believe in the future〗
When the spider web mercilessly sealed off my stove
When the remaining smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty
< p>I still stubbornly spread the ashes of disappointmentWrite with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future
When my purple grapes turn into late autumn dew
When my flowers are nestled in the feelings of others
I still stubbornly use the frost-covered dead vines
to write on the desolate land: Believe in the future
I want to use my fingers to surge towards the horizon of the waves
I want to use my palm to support the sea of ??the sun
The warm and beautiful pen swaying with the dawn
Write in a child's handwriting: Believe in the future
The reason why I firmly believe in the future
I believe in the future. People's eyes
She has opened The eyelashes of the dust of history
She has pupils that can see through the chapters of the years
No matter what people think about our rotten flesh
The melancholy of being lost and the pain of failure
Should we express moved tears and deep sympathy
Or should we give a contemptuous smile and bitter ridicule
I firmly believe that people have deep feelings for us
< p>Those countless explorations, losses, failures and successeswill definitely give enthusiastic, objective and fair evaluations
Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their evaluation
p>Friends, believe firmly in the future
Believe in indomitable efforts
Believe in youth that defeats death
Believe in the future and love life
〖This is Beijing at 4:08〗
This is Beijing at 4:08,
A sea of ??hands is turning;
< p>This is Beijing at 4:08,A majestic siren sounded.
The tall building of Beijing Station suddenly shook violently.
I looked out the window in surprise,
I didn’t know what happened.
My heart suddenly felt a pain. It must be
that my mother’s button-stitching needlework had penetrated my chest.
At this time, my heart turned into a kite,
The string of the kite was in my mother's hand.
The cord was too tight and was about to break.
I had to stick my head out of the carriage window.
It wasn’t until this moment, until this moment,
I didn’t understand what happened.
——The waves of farewell are about to sweep away the station;
Beijing is at my feet,
it has slowed down Move slowly.
I waved my arms to Beijing again,
I wanted to grab him by the collar,
Then I shouted to her loudly:
Always remember me, mother, Beijing!
Finally caught something,
No matter whose hand it is, don’t let go,
Because this is my Beijing,
< p>This is my last Beijing.〖Fish Trilogy〗
Part 1
The fish moved away with the water under the cold ice,
cannot be heard A fish sighs in pain,
Since there is no warm sunshine,
how can we welcome the gorgeous days and nights in life? !
There are no waves in reality.
How can we fight bloody battles?
The future is far from predictable.
How can we place hope in it?
The only comfort for the fish is to indulge in sweet memories.
Let the tears of pain and joy,
hold up the faint past again.
Neither the calyx pursued in the spring tide,
nor the quiet rest under the scorching sun;
neither the cold wind in early spring,
Nor the ripples of green water in midsummer.
But when nature puts on a white bandage,
The bleeding wound has just healed.
There are no longer lingering dead leaves on the ground,
There are no longer affectionate cold rain hanging in the sky.
How it jumps violently,
In order not to lose its free breathing;
How it fights back crazily,
In order not to lose the interests of the fish.
Although every counterattack always fails,
Although every time it jumps over, it always hits a wall,
But the brave fish does not give up,
Still gathering strength to make a final effort.
Finally found the weak link,
Okay, arched the waist and jumped up,
The low-hanging tail leaped into the air,
< p>So flexible and so powerful!A faint ray of sunlight casts into the water,
gently caressing the fish’s bloody fins;
“My child, this is the last time of the year. On the other hand,
I’m afraid the next meeting will be next spring.”
The fish jumped happily in the sunshine,
from time to time they came out of the water freely. breathe.
The bright red blood melted into the slow flowing water,
and suddenly danced like a fluttering red flag on the battlefield.
Suddenly, a burst of severe pain
made the fish comatose and sink to the bottom of the water.
My fish, you are still young.
How can you end your life like this? !
Don’t sink anymore, don’t sink anymore,
My heart is whispering in a low voice.
...Finally the fish woke up and swam desperately towards the sun again.
When it raised its head out of the water again,
The fish had tried its best.
The cold lips are still moving silently,
The sound of the undulating water has turned into a proud tone:
"Never be afraid of the cold wind and snow ,
Never give in to the breath of cold winter."
After that, he turned back to the bottom of the water,
and swam forward without looking back...
The fish floated along the water under the cold ice.
Not a single painful sigh of the fish could be heard.
Since you can’t get any warm sunshine,
Why bother to welcome the gorgeous days and nights in your life? !
Two
Taking advantage of the darkness, they dug holes in the ice, and
the fishermen hurriedly set up the net ropes.
Food and tobacco piled on the shore,
waiting for the blue dawn in the hazy sky.
Why are the hanging stars as crystal clear as tears?
Is there true friendship in the darkness?
But why didn’t the fish get the hint?
The fingers of dawn picked off the panicked cold stars in the sky?
A dazzling beam of sunshine,
dazzled the fish so hard that they couldn’t open their eyes,
warming the frozen night dreams
Kindly awakening the sleeping fish:
“My child, do you still know me?
Can you still call me by my name?
Am I still looking for the oracle of my destiny?
Am I still pursuing freedom and light?”
The fish heard Sunshine’s question,
Opened his confused eyes,
Trying to shake the numb tail,
The double fins flapped his chest from time to time:
"Free sunshine , Tell me truly,
Is this the coming of hope?
Can there be unpalatable fishing bait on the shore?
Is there already returning geese in the sky? Whereabouts? "
Silence, silence, terrible silence,
Not a single echo.
The fish's heart suddenly trembled,
It heard the branches screaming in pain.
The vigilance urges it to move forward immediately,
But the fish is obsessed with this ray of light,
It also wants to take advantage of this ray of sunshine,
< p>See clearly his slim future...When the fish completely lost hope,
only then could he clearly see the ferocious net rope around him.
"Where is the spring," it said with tears in its eyes
It started its journey under the ice again.
Like a fisherman chewing his food,
The sun tore the ropes of the greedy net.
In the rising clouds of tobacco,
The fishermen dreamed of a good harvest.
Three
The awakening spring is finally here,
The sword of the sun shows its power,
mercilessly splitting the ice On the surface of the river,
ice chunks struggled and collided in the river bed.
The anaconda has been sleeping under the ice for more than a year.
It just emerged and quickly retracted to the bottom of the river.
The frog is honored as the singer on the front line.
He was also so frightened that he hurriedly fled in all directions.
My fish, my fish,
Where are you, where are you?
Even if you die after waiting all winter,
it’s time for your body to come up!
Really, the fish is really dead,
The eyes are like the indifferent moon,
The gills moved slightly just now,
< p>Now it's like a calming wave.Because it is still young and stubborn,
its eager desire for freedom and sunshine,
makes it jump out of the water desperately, < /p>
But it fell on the ice that would eventually melt.
The fish struggled desperately on the ice before it died
The sun hurriedly withdrew its light behind the clouds——
She couldn’t bear to see it To her child,
The young Yu'er ended up like this.
Yu'er is full of desire to devote himself:
"Sun, I am your son,
Hurry up and draw your sword,
I would like to die with the ice!”
Really, the fish is really dead,
The eyes are like the cold moon,
The gills that moved slightly just now are like calming waves now.
The green leaves of the New Year one after another,
falling without wind, flying one after another,
and the drizzle like teardrops,
Bury the fish's body quietly.
Is it a pile of sharp-edged fish bones,
or a pile of rich spiritual mineral deposits,
The green grave of my soul,
Has it ever caused people to think deeply and reverie...
When the ice has disappeared,
the river is no longer turbulent.
Frogs jumped out of the bamboo bushes,
Anacondas swam out of the floating algae.
The anaconda was full and listened quietly.
The frog sang a moving condolence song.
The anaconda shed tears of sympathy,
when the frog sang about the death of the fish.