The Corps, the home of life and soul
(group of poems)
Liu Zhiqing
Facing Aral, I want to say to you
Corps, this fluttering flag
In a place where "three rivers meet".
I saw the rise of a new military city
This is the city of Aral, the 1st Division of the Corps
It stands at the southern foot of the Tien Shan Mountains
The frontier of the Taklamakan Desert
It is a city where magic and heroes coexist
This is a young new city raised with Tahe milk
She is a model city for the children of military reclamation
Aral, the once obscure "green island"
Lost in the storm of the Great Sand Sea
Like a male lion that has been sleeping for more than half a century
The head rests on the aura of the natural resources of the Tarim Basin
Once you wake up, you let out a roar that looks up to the sky
Let the revived Tahe show the surging vitality of life
When I wander in this land full of legends
The light and shadow of the sword blade of the Han Dynasty once cut through the ripples of the Tahe River
The majestic posture of galloping horses, swaying the immortal soul of the past
I don't understand how yesterday's image can be extended today
The annual rings of history must be the inheritance of that cycle
My body may be the silhouette of yesterday's salute of blood and fire
The thousand-year-old poplar is soothed by the grace of the sky with unyielding sexual affection
Xinjiang Production and Construction Corps along the way
They live on the sand sea as their neighbor and the poplar as their companion
Fighting the "Sea of Death" for 70 years
With 70 years of scenery, through the charming style of the desert
The north and south of the Tianshan Mountains, the ancient road and the new road, the Belt and Road
Everywhere is a figure that takes root, sprouts, blossoms and bears fruit
When I wander in this magical and beautiful land
The Silk Road flower language carries the inducement of the mysterious Kungang
It guides the path of poetry and the longing for the distance
And I don't know where I'm from
But I know where I'm going
Because of this kind of magical orientation induction
He clarified the mission of the land under his feet
A trail of footsteps, moving forward on a trek
A story, played out in the wind and rain
A myth that is passed down in the inheritance
A ballad to sing in life
As I wander in this autumn landscape
The blue sky after the rain is bathed in the mist of the glow
The group portrait of the 359th Brigade is depicted from Qilian Mountain
The north and south of the Tianshan Mountains are the eternal Great Wall in the hearts of the XPCC people
We continue to grow and broaden our horizons of the world
One-sixth of the land is the radius of our life
The morning sun during the day leads our ship forward
The light and shadow of the night corrected the orientation of our coordinates
in one-sixth of the territory of the Republic
Across the hinterland of the Taklamakan Desert
A general's lightning bolt
Fulfilled the oath of a great man
Corps, the topic of an iron-clad man
In the river of the years of time
Blow green and beautiful homes with the horn of life
When I wander in this season that is filled with flying yellow sand from time to time
The footprints of history stage the heroic pride of the wind and the clouds
Being prepared for danger in times of peace made me understand the role and historical responsibility of the watchman
The land is our homeland, and we will defend the land and prevent the invasion of jackals
Don't forget the original intention, take history as a mirror, and let the wind and rain turn into moist nectar
Solid footprints to visit the north and south of the Tianshan Mountains, the achievement of the new era of the picture
Today, when I stand in this warm land
The life of feeling the red gene is passed down from generation to generation
That is the gene of generations of Corps members
It has been extended in the years of the north and south of the Tianshan Mountains
We are a never-say-die team
Corps, fluttering flags
When I use trembling hands
Hold up the fertile soil of blood
It was the fathers who picked it up
Ashes turned into dirt
When I use my own heartbeat
Listen to the sound of the Tarim River
The majestic atmosphere of the wild horse
It is the indomitable soul of the sons and daughters of the Corps
When I use my face
Kiss the fluttering flag
The tenderness in my heart turned into a wasteland
The cry of the first generation of mothers
Walking into the Western Regions is to seek
The route of Tang monks to learn scriptures
Walking into Xinjiang is for perfection
The indivisible land of the republic
Populus euphratica is the man of the desert
The desert is the woman of Populus
Three mountains sandwich two pots of the emperor's thick soil
Inherit the soul of the heavenly things
A man's action
Let women show holiness and life
Every tear of a woman
Moisten out a spiritual home
One-sixth of the territory of the Republic
The hinterland of the Taklamakan Sand Sea
General Wang Zhen used Zuo Zongtang's toughness
Fulfill the national oath of "not giving up an inch of land".
When a man is born in the light and shadow of God
It was a different landscape in the heart of the Gobi mother
The flag is always the direction that a woman's heart looks at
It is a thought that a woman cannot erase for a lifetime
Corps, to a special group
Breed batches of warriors with traits
When faced with the image of the first plough of the military reclamation
The land of youth shimmers with red memories
That is the follow-up to the "Nanniwan Spirit".
The image of the tombstone is engraved with the classics of the years
The soul is at the same frequency as the sun and the moon on the desert stage
The charm of Populus euphratica is the goddess of the Tianshan Mountains
The majestic boundary monument confirms your figure
The name of a generation hangs on the canopy of the oasis
The demeanor of the Corps will always flutter on the Tianshan Mountains
When the heroism and atmosphere are tempered from the years
The heirs of the 359th Brigade refract the silhouette of time
Facing the 70-year-old spring tide of the Corps
The vast Tianshan Mountains listened to me
Generations are filled with memories of youth
Bingtuan will always be the true love of my life
How much intuition makes people hang
How much wolf smoke is reminiscent
Human nature is to dance in intuition
Human nature is in the wolf smoke, going forward and succeeding
Corps, you are the sublimation of warriors
Corps, you are the master without regrets
No matter what the years call you
A special backbone carries the snowy summit
The fate of the sand and the sea
When the sea crouches on the carcass of the woman of the sand
Could it be that it is a mystery that has been sung through the ages
When the sea and the desert are combined, the years
Maybe it's the day when the embryo of the Western Regions is conceived
It is the highlight moment of the crazy copulation of less yang and less yin
呻吟着,喘吁着,吼叫着
When the sea rages, the sea rages
When the sea collides, the tenderness of the sea
The opening and closing of the sea and the stormy waves
Pressed the women of the Western Regions tightly in real time
In the eyes of this woman from the desert of the Western Regions
The surging of the sea and the dancing of the waves
There was no other world in her eyes
The sea has exhausted a man's wildest moment
When he dragged his tired body and slowly withdrew
The women of the Western Regions are still sleeping in the sweet land of the coma
Pretending to be asleep, I have never been willing to wake up
On the cortex of the desert daughter, it is still imprinted
The reluctant kiss mark when the sea left in a hurry
as well as charming images and amorous tenderness
Let the immortal poplar watch for a thousand years in a sleeping posture
The departure of the sea dispels a woman's past dreams
The sea is gone, sweeping away a man's boiling blood
In the eyes of the women of the Western Regions, the sea is inexplicably gone
He never looked back, didn't even say hello
The love that a woman should have drifted away with the wind since then
The day the sea is gone, leaving the only treasure
It is the narrow valley of the mountain, the quicksand of the river, and the madness of the wind
Leave the pitiful vastness of the old man in the twilight of Xicheng
Perhaps, the final departure of the sea
It's the natural end of the end of the fate
Since then, the Tianhe that women in the Western Regions are looking forward to
I don't know when I will come back to nourish my body
Catalyzes the "fission" of life to accompany the lonely atrium
The tears of time turned into a spinning windmill
It was the majestic figure of the sea that was swept away
And the pool that hangs on the top of the sky
I don't know how many life cells are sealed
Maybe it's the liquid of life stored in the sea
When the Eurasian plate migrated eastward over the years
Remains are more than just traces of mountains and fossils
The one who left behind the troubles of the former sea under the sea
The desert woman who has been sleeping and never waking up
Since then, women in the Western Regions have changed
Become a lonely white-haired witch
She changed her name to Desert
She takes the ferocity of a demon
She uses the means of the "Sea of Death".
Let all life be amazed
Let the world be discouraged and flee
The day the sea departs
Only the leisurely old man of time knows
When the waves disappear, so do the wetlands
All that is left is the long yellow sand and the vast Gobi
All that is left is the shape of the sea and the texture of the waves
Since then, the sunshine hours on the ancient road in the Western Regions have been long
The rays of the sun fill the years with their might
The air-dried eyelid can't squeeze out the slightest bit of crystal
Time casts the Western Regions into wild elves
The rain and dew of the river of the day from the moment it fell
The fiery temperament of the woman of the West City was comforted
The Lady of the Sand's madness's illness is transformed
The day when the fearless warriors walked into the desert
Pioneer the blue and oasis of the sea
Pioneer army, you must be a desert woman
The man I missed in my dreams
Otherwise, turning the wasteland into an oasis will be a dream of love
All this is thanks to the feat of the Western Expeditionary Army
Use the power of the flood to forge ahead of the military and the people
With the dual genes of the spirit of developing Nanniwan
Let the vast Gobi become a fertile oasis home
Aral, the business card of the 1st Division of the Corps
The desert, a cold, lead-gray space
The desert is a stage for flying sand and rocks
The desert, a lonely wilderness
The desert, the "Sea of Death" known as the yellow sand
Have you ever remembered that the desert was lonely in the past
Do you remember it? The sunset of the long river of yesteryear
O Tarim River, my mother river
You are the blood in the marrow of the soul of the pioneers
You are an elf that cannot be driven away
The unity of yin and yang is the law and game of nature
No matter how fierce the desert wind is, there are also her gentle moments
The Tarim River, a legendary mother river
In your bosom, in your holy body
Countless wonderful chapters and legendary stories have been born
Become a descendant of erection in the river of time
Because, the motherhood of the Tarim River is temperamental
Even if you are fierce again, you are fierce again
The charm of the slender jade hands makes you prosperous
Because, the spirituality of the water of the Tarim River
In front of you, the wind and sand are raging
can only stop the drum and bow down
This is the domineering soul of the sons and daughters of the military reclamation
When the horn of the west out of Yangguan sounded in the northwest
The light of the sun approached the edge of the sword that came out of its sheath
A king rode a horse and shook the west wind
The red willow lined up with a flower basket honor guard, reflecting the Tahe River
A miracle on earth
In the life trajectory of a famous general
Born out of thin air, it was amazing
Pioneer of the 359th Brigade
Under the leadership of a general
It is the inheritance style of the thousand-year-old Populus euphratica spirit
Once again, the sleeping soul of the desert was opened
Tarim, and the history of Xinjiang Tun Reclamation and Frontier Garrison
A place where an indissoluble bond is formed
With the spirit of Nanniwan, the wisdom of resistance
Bringing the glory and dreams of several generations
With a 70-year-old finger in the palm print
Completed the leap from the wasteland to the beautiful new city
The 1st Division of the Corps, where are you from
Came from the embrace of that Jinggang Mountain
Coming from the smoke of the Battle of the Hundred Regiments
Coming from the campus of the Anti-Japanese University
Coming from the reorganization of the 359th Brigade
Coming from the overall situation of the cooperation between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party
Coming from the flames of the Central Plains Breakout
From the good news of the three major battles
Coming from the triumph of resisting US aggression and aiding Korea
Coming from the silver light of Kunlun on the moon
Coming from the yellow sands of the Sea of Death
Coming from the milk of Our Lady of the Tien Shan Mountains
From the years from all over the world
For 70 years, I have been cheering with all my heart
For 70 years, I sang loudly
The Corps people are in a fearless position
Use the first plough of military reclamation to dig through the ancient wasteland
An immortal chapter enshrined in the epic was born
For thousands of miles, I have pursued you
I remembered a lyric from the past
For thousands of miles, I have pursued you
But you don't care
A place that was once little known
A once-forgotten corner
You fly with the lonely bird
Heaven and earth dance with you
You have a long autumn water
The Silk Road flower language is drunk with you
Drunk on the surrounding fragrant rice, thousands of acres of yellow sand
Drunk on the nine summer hibiscus, three spring willows
Drunk in a few sparse bells, half of the river fishing fire
Drunk on two lines of autumn geese, a pillow of frost
When the totem of life is immortalized in the flames
The primordial power crashes into the sacred springs of the Tianshan Mountains
It's you, with the umbilical cord that connects the womb
Nourishing life from all over the world
You use the dampness of the former dreak
It created the artistic conception of life of the mother of the wasteland
This is the Arar of today's new era
The sand beams of the sand dunes were once a natural barrier against cold winds
Red willow poplar, that is the father and mother who depend on each other
You can only confide in them all your grievances
Your life's quest is to become like them
You use the ballad of life to sing the fragrance of sand date flowers
With your indomitable soul, you have inherited the backbone of the nation
You are selfless and fearless
Chasing eight thousand miles of clouds and moons
You collide with humanity
Breed the joyful cry of life
Tarim River, Aral
You exude the guts of a man
You have made a woman's motherly desire
When I picked up the desert
It is the style of Jinshan Yinchuan
High-yield cotton, tons of grain fields
Industry, transportation and construction business, animal husbandry and fruit industry
This scene should be in the sky
The Arar people took it off with their skillful hands
See! Thousands of miles of oasis, thousands of acres of grain fields
Vertical and horizontal, dotted
Listen! The drums of happiness sounded
Private cars are as dense as clouds, and high-rise buildings have new scenery
The cultural center was happy, and Ansai jumped up
The dragon soared, and the old and young masters rejoiced
The silver sea flies like colorful clouds, and the rice sea rolls and the golden waves open
The market is rich in products, and everything is prosperous in the world in spring
A residential building of the Hui school
With the lonely smoke of the desert and the sunset of the long river
Depend on each other for life, never abandon or leave
It was as if we walked into one
A paradise full of flowers
Railway stations, airports
On the hot land of Aral
Take off in the new journey of the Belt and Road Initiative
Whenever I think of you
Whenever I think of you, the first plough of military reclamation
You are the beginning of 70 years of pioneering
The "Greatest Citizen" of the Republic
once used to be the first loud military song
Sang woke up the sleeping wasteland Gobi
The tip of the first plough of military reclamation
Thousands of years of fertile soil
Where are you from, my friend
If you walk into the Corps, approach Aral
Approaching the Tarim River, where life never ends
Linger in the thousand-year-old poplar and the vast desert
Come and you won't be disappointed
Gone, you're still haunted by your dreams
Every grass, tree, object and scenery here
Let your heart stay here
Stroll through the former Yellow Sand Gobi
Feel today's "Saiwai Jiangnan"
There is Shihezi in the north and Alar in the south
The north and south of the Tianshan Mountains are wonderful because of your existence
one-sixth of the country
Beautiful because of your presence
The boundary monument of life is due to the existence of the Corps
The country has become so delicate
When my head rests on the silver sea, and my feet step on the golden waves
Revel in the hot land of life, the red gene
Revel in the phalanx of this heroic army
Revel in the fields of hope, the sky of history
Those unsung heroes who sleep in the sea of sand
On the edge of the western sky, I will tell you
The afterglow of the setting sun is still reflected in the red sky
(——In July 2024, I will feel the "70th Anniversary Celebration of the Founding of the XPCC")
【Introduction】Liu Zhiqing: pen name, Wenchang Study. Born in the 60s, a native of Longhui County, Hunan Province, he works in the Financial Media Center of the First Division of the Xinjiang Production and Construction Corps. Senior journalist, editor-in-chief, and current editor-in-chief of Tahe Wenyuan. He is a member of the Xinjiang Corps Federation of Literary and Art Circles, a "double excellent talent" of the Corps literary and artistic artist, and a writer and poet signed by the Corps. He is a member and director of the National and Corps Folk Literature and Art Association, a student of the Communication University of China, a trainee of the "First Peking University Writers Class" of the Corps Federation of Literary and Art Circles, and the first "Social Science Talent" of the Division. He is the author of a collection of poems "Cheerful Birds".
Because words are the code that transmits civilization, we must revere and cultivate words with the belief of "pilgrims"; For example, the owner of the land cultivates the harvest of the four seasons, and needs to be sincere in his heart and piety, in order to find his true self in the home where his soul is placed, rather than a false self that is copied.