Chapter 13 1979

a generation The night gave me black eyes I use it to find light photograph The sun shines in the sky, Hidden by dark clouds again. The torrential rain washes away, A negative of my soul. sacrifice i take your oath engrave love on candles see how it is covered with tears submerged, burnt by heart fire look at that last thought how to extinct how to be blown away by the wind stone wall Two tall stone walls, Step by step on the slope. What a burning hatred, Burnt iron black body. The braids of the roots are taut, The muscles of the rock rise high, Terrible wrestling is about to break out,

Just one more drop of dew. This drop suddenly condenses in the compression Time becomes solid. So the old hatred is preserved It surprised me a little today. 1979 mountain shadow in the shadow of the mountain, The ancient warriors appeared, holding a horse, The road disappears around. He became a cameo, turned into different stories, like a devil today, tomorrow is an angel do not in spring, You wave your handkerchief lightly, is to let me go away, Or return right away? no nothing, for nothing, like flowers falling in the water, like dew on a flower... Only the shadow knows,

Only the wind can experience, Only the colorful butterflies startled by sighs, Still flying in my heart... poetry in spring, You wave your handkerchief lightly, is to let me go away, Or return right away? no nothing, for nothing, like flowers falling in the water, like dew on a flower... Only the shadow knows, Only the wind can experience, Only the colorful butterflies startled by sighs, Still flying in my heart... Poetry · Poetic · Poetic verse, In the treasury of knowledge, Like a bunch of cemented filaments. I rinse it-- a wisp, a wisp, Woven into a beautiful brocade.

poetry, on the road of life, Like a scattered bullet. I look for it— One, one, Stay out of the bullet chain of the battle. poetry, On the prairie of mind, Like countless fluttering petals. I catch it, one piece, one piece, formed a beautiful crown. to Andersen golden quicksand obliterated your fairy tale together with me- ignorant smiles and tears I believe all that is a seed only after burial have vitality when i come back Eyebrows are white the desert has become a green world I would like to rest here among flowers and dew i will find again childhood lost emotions

poetry without a name I, the source of poetry, luscious spring water These are my poems. It does not flow to the sea of ​​literature, I wish I could wash away— The misery and boredom of the world. everything loops; everything is changing; everything is in motion; Everything is moving forward? the endless river; undulating mountains and rivers; earth-shattering drought thunder; Lightning tearing through rain clouds. Ah-- how many riddles, How many dreams?How many injustices? ... Metabolism of all things; vast and mysterious nature; the infinite universe; A dark and silent space.

Ah-- how many days? How many generations? How many light years? ... In the dust of space— on the earth, But I don't know how many things have changed, How many people have changed. lizard Whenever it feels that something is wrong, And immediately shake off the secondary tail; Regardless of whether he has followed for many years, Anyway, another one can grow in the future. Proud Zhifengcao On the eaves of the building grows a flamboyant Zhifeng grass, Very fond of walking around. One day it happened to look down, Found a broom standing in the corner. "Oh, you are in a bad position,

I was tied up so many times all over my body, dragged on the ground all day, There is no benefit to be gained. "I am the one who really understands the art of life, Look for the direction of the wind and rise to the sky at once, Look at so many pines, cypresses and willows, I haven't grown as tall as I have for many years. " Zhifengcao is talking in a daze, Suddenly a storm came, Its tailwind meter was completely out of order this time, Because all the floating mud under his feet was washed away. After the storm, the sun is still shining, The building washes away the dust and the red light flickers,

The broom went to work again, Clean up the zhifengcao and all garbage. rock pigeon The rock-pigeon came slowly, Flying low, It just broke free from its cage. It endured years of torment, painful torment, Strong muscles have atrophied. But this does not prevent it from being happy in its heart, free joy, Bouncing and landing on the small tree. There is a small river next to the small tree, the clearing river, The river water and the blue sky are one color. Rock-pigeons sing past songs by the river, childhood songs, Sing to the clouds that float in the water. Singing it suddenly panics again,

overwhelmed, It seems to have seen some ghosts and monsters. It turned out that a column of wild geese was flying across the sky, fly through the clouds, Like a row of sharp arrows shooting into the distance. The rock-pigeon ceased to sing, no more singing, My heart is full of worry and annoyance. At once it became a sage, "wise" sages, Shouting loudly to the geese: "Because I liked the vastness of the sky and the sea, The mountains are high and the waters are wide, The result was a lead bullet. "Ten years spent as a prisoner in a cage, terrible life, To pay for my high-flying mistakes.

"Actually, there is plenty of food and drink in the grove, enough to eat and drink, There is no need to venture north and south at all. "Don't fly too high on a whim, too fast, Otherwise you are doomed to repeat my mistakes. " "Rock-pigeon, rock-pigeon, you are wrong, You are wrong now. " The wild geese in the sky answered its persuasion together. "Because there are dark spears and chains in the world, prison and chains, We have to fly as fast as we can." After saying that, the wild geese flew away faster, fly away Go straight to the southern country where spring is always there.

Our long-suffering rock-dove, Unhappy rock pigeon, Why are you still hesitating on the small tree fork? Lao Dao and Bai He Once upon a time there was a great mountain, There is a holy temple on the hill, In this holy and holy temple, There lives an old Taoist who is naturally quite holy. The virtues of the old way are extremely high, Pray to God all day long, Thousands of years of incense has dried the brain and internal organs, This became his greatest happiness and pride. Unexpectedly, a bold white crane flew by one day, Drive away the smoke from the temple, Even the old and solemn hundred-foot long beard, It is also fluttered by the wings. Although the holy old Taoist was very angry, But he tried his best to restrain himself and try not to show it. He silently recited a scripture, Only then began to warn the "reckless" Baihe: "You are deluded by the world and deviant, There are three major crimes against heavenly rules, It's not too late to repent now, Otherwise, he will fall into the underworld forever in the future. Your first sin is disloyalty, Forget that everything was created by God, Dare to hold your head up high and look at the heavens, Even broke into the god-given sacred temple. Your second sin is heresy, The body is either white or black and red very little, Do not follow the example of parrots to recite scriptures, But to consult those little birds. Your third sin is to communicate with foreign countries, Even washed and soaked in the stream, The waters connect to the ocean, Isn't this opening the door for foreigners to steal? ! " The old Taoist said that the veins on the head are violent, It seems that there is a genuine uprightness reaching the sky. But suddenly he collapsed in suffocation, Because it is unacceptable to the air without smoke. What was the final effect of this warning, The author of this poem has no way of knowing, But he believes that until the temple is empty and the smoke clears, The descendants of the white crane are still flying and singing freely. Eulogy for the Snail Snail, crawling all his life, Honored at the end of life, Flower snail presided over the funeral, Round Clam read the eulogy. "Mr. Snail has left us, Glorious footprints were left behind. Its character is not only noble, More importantly, it is still practical. "Never be impatient when in trouble, Don't rush forward when you see danger; The wind, the storm, and the storm stand firm at the door, The wind and the sun are warm. "Advance with extreme caution, Never fell into a trap, When retreating decisively, Make bad luck always fail. "Its life is perfect, We should learn to inherit, Whoever wants to live long, This is how to fight for life. " Fifty steps to laugh at a hundred steps Drums beating, calling forth countless swords and guns, The two deserters quickly slipped out of the battlefield. A deserter ran a hundred paces before stopping to catch his breath, A deserter ran fifty paces and began to look around. The latter suddenly discovered the ugliness of the former, In an instant, I feel that I am imposing; "You fled the battle and reached a hundred paces, It is purely a principled position that has lost a lot. "If it weren't for my resistance and struggle, Our country may have collapsed and perished long ago! " This heroic statement may not have been terribly wrong, But readers have to have some doubts and associations: Till the drums of war are rumbling again, Will a person who walks fifty steps escape to more than a hundred steps? Housefly's trick A swarm of houseflies "buzzing" gathers, An aerial meeting was held, Research where is a safe landing point, Can avoid the attack of the fly swatter. They quarreled with red eyes, Finally came up with a wonderful idea, That is to try to land on the swatter, Lean against formidable opponents. The scandal of the housefly is disgusting, But please don't throw away philosophy too, Today's most difficult scourge, It is the enemy around us. two copper pots two copper pots, sitting on a bright fire, a squeak, One was silent. In the screaming jug, The water is still lukewarm; in the silent pot But it was already boiling. creation of frog Oh, the frog shall be a writer, a poet, Climb on the lotus leaf and write non-stop. He never had time to think about the content, Just thinking about the pseudonym made all my brains tense. "Blockbuster" "Smooth rise" "Famous all over the world" "Peerless"... Write and write, from the beginning of summer to the winter solstice, Finally, "quack quack" is called the end. If you say that frog writing is unbelievable, Why do we often see such "works"—— Glorious vanity fills the headlines, But no one can find the following. reptile set (three songs) avoid service ① It has a wonderful ability, Skin color can change from red to blue depending on the environment. But some parts are forever, That is its long tongue and greed,① Chameleon, commonly known as a chameleon, is a kind of reptile. The dermis has a variety of pigment cells, which can The skin color changes when stretching and stretching, and the tongue is very long, which can be stretched out of the mouth to catch insects. python Sometimes it doesn't move, doesn't crawl, half dead as a pile of hemp; But if the prey is in sight, Its mouth will still open wide. turtle It clings to its solid carapace all its life, There is also a principle of longevity; When encountering weaklings, they bark their teeth and claws, When in danger, he shrinks his head. Alligator one The crocodile is coming! one The crocodile is coming! It's like black electricity, Ride across the rolling waves. on top of its head, Flying around a strange crocodile bird, Reporting the prey. The crocodile follows the direction the bird points, to the grass, Then, there was a frightening bite... two The crocodile is full, Crawling on the floating mud on the shore, Small eyes sneered. It opened its ugly long mouth, The crocodile jumped into the mouth, Pick out the meat between the teeth. The crocodile is on the edge of its sharp teeth, No danger, jumping and jumping, Everyone knows the truth of this. three "The crocodile is dead? What will happen to the bird? " Maybe there will be such a question mark. Don't worry, All bloody crocodile mouths, can become its new nest. "The crocodile does not kill directly, maybe in its heart, And the burning of conscience? " it craves, Always eat blood and eat flesh, It just lacks the fangs and claws of the crocodile. "That…… How will it be treated, This weak and sinful crocodile? " this matter, You should ask Brother Negro They were wounded and had long knives in their hands. torch, burning flag torches, flaming flags, Yinghong countless young arms. We feel the warmth of our parents, A tide of blood surged in my heart. March like a long march through the night— Sow the seeds of light all over the earth. When superstition and poverty perish in fire, The dawn of a new century will rise. ① Negroid is the collective name of African black races. ② infinite spring Spring sunshine in March ——The river beach is warm, spring breeze in march - river blue, a boat Sliding over the water ripples, a scull Shake the sky full of light. Ah! —— "Thousand Mountain Tree Planting Team", Little Red Flag Meimei Chuantou Station, float, dance, Shame Feiyan. ah! —— "They're all big orchards." The tree-planting girls point to the barren beach, talk, laugh, Can't stop laughing... Lanbo clapped along the boat: "What's on the boat?" Wooden sculls draw water pictures: "No-limit-spring..." the moon and me i look at the moon the moon looks at me i smile at him She remains calm... big and round yellow eyes cold and indifferent i look at the moon the moon forgot me i glared at her she fell asleep... thin and curved golden eyelashes sparkle Sea Life Series (three songs) Red Coral Red Coral, You are the flame of true love, You will set the sea on fire. pearl oyster (one) you have your own sky, you embrace the pearl, Like a cloud embracing the sun. Tower snail Even the solitary tower, Add another thousand layers, You can only see your own footprints. battle My younger brother used to be very poor and playful, He is really imaginative when playing. He put a pile of "trash" on the bed, Claiming to be directing some kind of "battle". A matchbox filled with Go is called a "tank", The toothpaste skin carrying checkers is called "airplane", Building blocks filled with clay are called "fortifications". Popping a crayon out of a rubber band is called "shelling". He's always beating all day long, It also keeps counting the "war results" and issuing "award flags". It's ridiculous to say this. But in fact it is very exasperating. Once, I was going to study in a group, But he insisted on using my notebook to "repair the position". As soon as I drew the book, the chess pieces suffered "more than half of the casualties", For this he hid my diary for two weeks. But since he put on the red scarf, Suddenly he stopped playing with his "battle", Lying on the desk all day, writing and calculating, It's just that the mouth is still there to "kill the enemy bravely". I was amazed to see him like this, Just ask him why he stopped playing. He triumphantly declared to me, Said he had started a "new campaign"— "Writing a word is recruiting a soldier, To do a question is to seize a weapon." This time I really convinced him of his imagination, Everything can be closely related to play! Geleshan Poems (four poems) murder At the door of the reception room of Dai Bandit Temple, General Yang Hucheng was murdered. conspiracy and dagger, hide behind the door, Epiphyllum without worries, A shadow grows slowly, Life is shortened to the end... No fights, no calls for help, The moaning breaks off, The fiery blood is flowing, The general bid farewell to the country and love, At the doorway where the tree shadows are scattered. Could it be that wronged souls can only remain silent? The great universe is also afraid of the murderer? Ah!Pupils of the day Suddenly enlarged—— This tragic scene was taken. In this page of history, I stopped for a long, long time, feel hate?feel hatred? No!It is a strong palpitation jumping out of the chest: "Nation, look at your back!" struggle During the Zhazidong massacre, the prisoners tore down the prison wall. Everything is full of hope, What comes is despair, The woods trembled with stinging pain, Dodged the cold knife and gun. the end of the path of pain, Never die silently, The soul entangled in the serpent exploded— Knock down the heavy black wall! Through the ruins of the old world, The surviving figures melt into the dawn, At last they saw their new motherland, More ready to smash new prison walls. death In the rock behind the White Mansion, there is a cave where revolutionaries were tortured. in the deep cave, Truth dies quietly, mouth oozing blood and smile The cold springs soaked it again... The iron gate will be silent forever, The rock does not breathe, The tyrant sleeps peacefully, Evil and good have passed away together. Only spring water still follows time, Out of the night, flow to the earth. Though its voice is muted, There is no longer a way to reveal this terrible secret. Blood and smiles revived, into flowers and honey. May spring understand, If only the wild bee could translate... carrot head and deer In the guard room of Dai Bandit Temple where Xiaoluotou was murdered, there are photos and pictures of Xiaoluotou on display. The picture book, the first page of the picture book, depicts a cute little deer. You look innocently at the world, always laughing; you just broke out of swaddling and went to jail, pure black eyes The boundless land is not reflected; thin legs seldom jumps freely, Only the sky in the sink, Only birds outside the bars... you are in fantasy find a partner, with a short pencil put it lightly, ah, It was a sika deer, how sweet How dexterous. You climb up its back, Fly through the clouds together. You have been chasing the moon, Ask where the sun sleeps, picked up again Bean-like stars, Feathers grew on it. The fawn licks his lips, Suddenly want to eat grass, dig, dig, hey, not good Why did I eat uncle's note... Reality Like a nightmare from which I cannot wake up, keep going- The flustered key unlocks the shackles. Mom is free? Taken on a mountain trail. you climb up rusty stone steps, look carefully Rows of tearful grass, singing songs, Towards death, to the butcher's knife... all gone, everything stopped, The vile night has fled. only the road; only grass; Only the stillness; Still accusing silently. only smile; Only picture pages; Only the imaginary fawn; Still pouring out your needs. former site Rain, sowing moans, The sky is like gas, The path is muddy, The tall and short trees, A dark green cloak hung down. no one left, and no one came, The rusted garden gate leans, A piece of green grass was exposed.