Rivers and rivers

1. I am dead, and the bullet leaves a crater on the body like an empty eye socket. I am dead, not to leave a cry, a touch, not for the flowers to open alone on the grave. The national feelings are already rich enough. The grasslands are full of dew every day. The river flows to the sea every day. Is this long-lasting wet feeling less touched?

2. I was nailed to the wall of the prison, gathering in black time, a group of crows. From every corner of the world, from every night of history, one hero after another is strangled on this wall.

3. If every corner of the earth is full of light, who needs the stars, who will burn in the cold, seeking the hope of the stars. Who wants, year after year, always writes poems of suffering. Each is a group of trembling stars, covering the heart like snow. Who wants, watching the night freeze, stiff like a piece of land. The wind blows one thin star and another, who doesn't like the waving flag, likes the fire, and the golden stars, when the stars in the sky are tired, rise, to illuminate the place where the sun can't shine.

4. If every corner of the earth is full of light, who needs the stars, who will stare at night and look for distant comfort. Who is not willing, every day is a poem, each word is a star. Like a bee trembles in the heart, who does not want to, has a soft night, soft like a lake, fireflies and stars swimming in the water lily. Who doesn't like spring, the birds are full of branches, like the stars are filled with the sky, the flashing sounds are coming from afar, a group of white lilacs.

5. If the waves bring two lines of footprints to the sea, you can just throw the straw hat on the beach and laugh again. We won't be like this. If the sky turns on the lake, the clouds roll over, the rain hits, the two suns on the lake, and the eyes wake up in the clear, we won't be like this.

6. I often think that life should have a fulcrum. This fulcrum is a monument. I think, I am a monument. My body is full of stones, how heavy the history of the Chinese nation is, how much weight I have. How many wounds the Chinese nation has, how much blood I have flowed out.

7. When there is only a jealousy in the land of the motherland, the voice of truth is louder. Since hope does not become extinct, since the sun rises from the east every day, the truth leaves the curse unfinished to the gun. The revolution left the flag of blood soaked to the wind and left it to the free air.

8. I walked to the execution ground and watched contemptuously. This historical night, the corner of the world, has no other choice. I choose the sky. The sky will not rot, I will only be executed, otherwise there will be nowhere to hide in the night, I was born in the night, in order to create light, I will only be executed, otherwise the lies will be shattered.

9. Like in a dream, I became a girl and came to this world. I was screaming at the gravel road, stepping on the shadow, and I ran barefoot. The blood dripping into the dew, the red agate flashing the undulating chest, for the green heart, open at dawn.

10. In the place where the hero fell, I rose to sing the motherland. I solemnly placed the Great Wall on the foothills of the north, like shaking the heavy chains for thousands of years, like lifting up the dead son, his body still twitching in my hands. Behind me is my mother, the pride of the nation, suffering and protest, passing through a uneasiness in the eyes of history. Deeply engraved in my forehead, a glorious scar.

11. Sin will eventually be liquidated, and the crime will eventually be revealed. When death is inevitable, the blood that flows out will not freeze.