Chapter 45 I love, come back, I love! ①

This time I want you to listen to your mother's voice, and I don't use my own tenderness-- Watch her trembling struggle to the top of Mount Tai!A burst of rising smoke, Covered her unowned pale face! She was in tears. She was in a hurry, calling for her children overseas; ① On May 1, 1928, the "Northern Expedition Army" occupied Jinan, Shandong. On the pretext of protecting the overseas Chinese, the Japanese army preemptively set up defenses in Jinan, erecting barbed wire fences, setting up cannons and machine guns. On May 3, the Japanese army fired guns along the street, massacring citizens and soldiers of the "Northern Expedition Army" wantonly. Blood and flesh flew everywhere in Jinan City, and corpses littered the streets. More than 5,000 Chinese soldiers and civilians were brutally killed.When the news of the Jinan tragedy came, Bing Xin was filled with grief and indignation. She thought of the country and the nation being in danger and compatriots being killed. At this time, her lover Wu Wenzao and other foreign students who were studying for a Ph. If you don't see that the motherland is suffering unprecedented suffering, you should tell them the truth about the motherland.She worked hard to write this poem.She only saw the vast East Sea

The water rolled up the sky! Look at your house ablaze! Look at your brother's flesh and blood, it's stained everywhere! Come back, son!How dare your old and weak mother provoke any resentment?Cannai Neighbor Violent Come to your house, scurry here and there as he pleases, He bullies orphans and widows, and cooks non-stop! How many years will your mother live? What do I care about this old house?It's just because the desires of strong neighbors can't be filled, and I'm afraid that my children overseas will-- —It’s not as good as the graceful Guiyan, Can vote in front of your ancestors!

"Come back, son! First, let your mother be wronged, Tell your friends carefully.Gather your brethren again, sharp arrows, On the strings!put on your belt, Get on the saddle!With neat and vigorous strides, Come and run to this high-altitude beacon! Your mother won't live for many years anyway. Desperate to guard the garden of my children!Son, when you come, Inside the gate wall: Blood is pouring out, Blood Flower Zhengyan! You kill the yelling thugs first, and then keep your mother's bones next to the hall! …………………… …………………” I don’t use my own tenderness—you listen to the rocks of Mount Tai screaming,

Listen to the raging waves of the East China Sea!I don't use my own tenderness, I love, come back, I love! I want you to listen to your mother's mourning! On the night of May 9, 1928 (This article was included in "Bing Xin's Poetry Collection".)