The poem "Ode to Wen Yiduo" by Hong Lianye, the author of bamboo slips.

Fan: Wen Yiduo's poems

Song of the Seven Sons of Macau

Do you know that Macau is not my real name?

I've been away from you for too long, mom!

But what they took was my body,

You still have my soul.

I've dreamed of my biological mother for 300 years!

Please call your son by his birth name and call me "Macau"!

Mom! I want to come back, mom!

(Modern adaptation of the song Song of Seven Sons)

Hong Kong

I'm like Huang Bao who keeps vigil in front of the Phoenix Tower.

Mother, although my position is very small, my situation is very dangerous.

Now the terrible sea lion pounced on me,

Spit my flesh and swallow my ointment;

Mom, I cried and howled, but I shouldn't have called you.

Mom, let me hide in your arms!

Mom! I want to come back, mom!

Taiwan Province Province, China

We are a string of pearls in the East China Sea.

Ryukyu is my younger brother, and I am from Taiwan Province Province.

I still have Zheng's heroic spirit in my chest.

Loyal blood dyed my heirloom red.

Mom, the hot summer is killing me,

Give me an order and I can still attack the city.

Mom! I want to come back, mom!

Modern adaptation of the song "Song of Seven Sons in Taiwan Province Province"

Weihai port

Let me protect the oldest sea in China again,

The original sacred mountain on the shore here is.

Mom, don't forget that I am an expert in preventing the sea.

I have a Liu Gongdao as my shield.

Come back, it's time.

The remains of saints are buried behind me!

Mom! I want to come back, mom!

Guangzhou bay

Donghai and Tanzhou are my double keys.

I am an iron lock at the back door of China.

Why did you lend me to a thief?

Mom, you should never abandon me!

Mom, let me come back to you quickly.

I want to hold your ankle tightly.

Mom! I want to come back, mom!

(Guangzhou Bay, now Zhanjiang City, Guangdong Province, was once a French colony. "East China Sea and Zhou Nan", namely East Island and Zhounan Island. Modern adaptation of the song "Song of Seven Sons Guangzhou Bay"

Jiulong island

My brother Hong Kong is complaining about his pain.

Mom, do you remember your little daughter Jiulong?

Ever since I married Zhenhai Devil,

I have never shed tears for a day!

Mother, I count the auspicious days of mothering every day.

I'm afraid that hope will become an empty dream.

Mom! I want to come back, mom!

Dalian Lushun

We are Lushun and Dalian, twin brothers.

How should our destinies be compared? ——

Two strong neighbors kicked me back and forth,

We are two mud balls at the foot of the mob.

Mom, it's time to go back. Bring us back quickly.

You have no idea how much our children miss you!

Mom! We'll be back, mom!

Red candle

Candles will cry the wick away every night-Li Shangyin

Red candle!

Such a red candle!

Poet!

Spit out your heart and compare it,

But what about ordinary colors?

Red candle!

Who made the wax?-for your body.

Who lit the fire-lit the soul?

Why do you have to burn the wax to ashes?

And let it out?

Repeated mistakes;

Contradiction! Conflict!

Red candle!

Nothing wrong, nothing wrong!

It should "light" your light-

This is the natural way.

Red candle!

Once made, it will burn!

Burn it! Burn it!

The dream of burning the world,

The blood of the boiling world-

Save their souls,

Smash their prison!

Red candle!

When your heart is burning,

It was the day when tears began.

Red candle!

The craftsman created you,

It was originally used for burning.

Now it's burning,

Why are you crying?

Oh! I know!

It is the residual wind that invades your light,

When your fever is unstable,

I was so anxious that I cried!

Red candle!

Flow! How can it not flow?

Please put your cream,

Constantly flowing to the world,

Cultivate comfortable flowers,

Form a happy fruit!

Red candle!

You shed a tear and the ash was distracted.

Depression, tears for your fruit,

Create light for your career.

Red candle! "Mo Wen harvests, but requires farming."

This poem was written in 1923. The poet will publish his first book of poems. Looking back on his ideal exploration and poetic achievements in recent years, he wrote this famous poem "Red Candle" as the preface to the collection of poems of the same name. )