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Written by Guo Moruo
Seriously, this is written by Guo Moruo well ~
But this is best read by many people.
More feeling.
It's too long, so I won't post it ~
Remember? Your name is Yanhuang!
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This is an article, but it also rhymes. There is a poetic sense of language and a unique aesthetic feeling belonging to prose ~
If it's too long, I won't post it ~ ~ ~
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In memory of Lu Xun, the words are meticulous, and the painful memory contains the reverence for a hero like Lu Xun. The style is very high, and it is also very passionate when it comes to the back.
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Some people are still alive.
He died;
Some people died.
He's alive.
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Riding on the people's heads: "Oh, how great I am!"
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Bend down and be a cow and a horse for the people.
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Carve your name on a stone to be "immortal";
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I'd rather be a weed and wait for the underground fire.
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He lives and no one else can live;
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He lives to make life better for most people.
Riding on people's heads,
People broke him down;
Those who work for the people,
People will always remember him!
Carve your name on the stone,
The name decays earlier than the corpse;
Wherever the spring breeze blows,
There are green weeds everywhere.
He's alive, and no one else can,
His fate can be seen;
He lives for most people, those who live better,
The crowd held him high and high.
My confession
The prisoner's lament
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The two heroes in the war years both talked about being a man with personality and vowed not to bow to the enemy, which was passionate enough ~
My confession
The heavy chain was ringing at his feet,
You can hold the whip high,
I don't need any confession,
Even if the chest is facing the bloody bayonet!
People can't lower their noble heads,
Only those who are afraid of death beg for "freedom";
What is torture?
Death can't make me talk!
I laugh at death,
The devil's palace swayed in laughter;
This is my confession of party member.
Sing a triumphant song and ruin the Chiang dynasty.
The prisoner's lament
The doors that people come in and out are locked,
The hole the dog climbed out of was open,
A voice shouted:
Climb out! Give you freedom!
I long for freedom,
But I know very well-
How can a human body crawl out of a dog hole!
I hope that one day,
Underground fire,
Burn me with this living coffin,
I deserve to live forever in fire and blood!
stagnant water
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Wen Yiduo's ... it's all revolution anyway.
This is a backwater of despair,
The breeze doesn't move at all.
Why don't you throw more rubbish,
Throw out your leftovers.
Maybe copper will turn green into jade,
A few rusty peach petals on the tin can;
Let greasy weave a layer of Luo Qi,
Mold steamed some clouds for him.
Let the stagnant water ferment into a ditch of green wine,
Full of pearl foam;
Little beads' laughter turned into big beads,
I was bitten by a flower mosquito who stole wine again.
A desperate backwater ditch,
And a little image.
If frogs can't stand loneliness,
Dead water again. It is singing.
This is a backwater of despair,
This is definitely not the beauty,
Why don't we leave it to ugliness to cultivate,
See what kind of world it has created.
In fact, if you can read ancient Chinese, I still recommend wine ~