Ai Qing: Dream
We were crowded into a big house;
The house was in the wilderness;
Those women **Gagged those children;
The old man shook his head convulsively;
Wanted to shake the terror away from his head;
So much There was no sound from the people;
It was like a train coming from a distance
Someone in the corner of the room screamed:
Plane, plane, plane
p>Ah, from under the crowded windows;
Look at the leaden sky
It is above our house!
The huge black wings cover the gray sky;
Let’s go out;
No matter the old or those with children;
< p> Let those who can’t walk be carried on your back!Where did so many people come from?
Get out of this house quickly;
Since when did the wilderness become like this?
There are no trees or grass;
Where has the green gone?
And what about those floral scents?
I seem to have been lying here;
That day was red, green, yellow, purple,
Who is happy about this burning The breath?
Who likes the turbid scarlet on the horizon?
Not like Chaoyun! Not like the sunset!
Why are you going that way?
(Let the children not cry);
Which road can lead to a quiet area?
Ahem, who can give us a gesture of instruction?
The sky is getting lower
It’s a plane again, a plane;
Look, over there;
The soil is kicked up;
The house fell down;
The bricks flew so high and fell
Ah, yes;
All the trees and grass fell This is how we die;
But, are we like trees and grass?
Let us not leave again;
Let us not go back to the shelter!
We should have a helmet;
Everyone should wear his own helmet.