Written by Zhu Haiyan
The Past and Present of the Kwan Kok Tunnel
Guanjiao, which means ladder to the sky
A tunnel was dug here
Never pull out a weed from the cliff of silence
Legend has it that Yang Jian was the first person to cross the corner
Fei Jiuniu and two tigers did not understand the shape of the mountain
There is no way to retreat, how can the dignified gods drink this cup of bitter wine
In order to vent the anger in his heart, he checked a mountain next to the corner
Kick out a hole. So, the myth of "Erlang Cave".
It becomes the scenery to see
In 1959, the railroad was in its frivolous adolescence
Let the green train sound the whistle on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau
A group of people who vowed to open a page in history
Carrying the savings and spirit of ten years of family foundation
and the dreams and persistence of the vast west
Come to Guanjiao, the desolate land, and roll the thunder of the oath
Before the season arrives in spring, iron picks, wind drills, and steel drills
as well as the separated upper pit, lower pit, and tunnel face
I always want to plant thousands of purples and reds in the ice and snow
Who knows the unfamiliar distance, the other side of the climate
Suddenly the order to "dismount" was given
The burden of getting on the horse, the bearing of the dismount
Useful, useless, toss-up things
Grinding the footprints into unfit for residence
It was an unprepared exit
Halfway through the tunnel, progress was sealed in the mountains
The desire to go west turned into a poem with a severed head and tail overnight
The man who ascends to the sky, the language of pain
He didn't say a word to distant Lhasa
To cover the difficulties of a country
This half of the tunnel at Guanjiao is not dead
The only remaining breath became the root of westward expansion
Become a periscope in the belly of the mountain, and a wriggling acacia
As a sacrifice that was not dead, it still had its eyes open
Tears hung under the eyelids, and the pupils turned eastward, calling for the returning spring breeze
Without the arrival of words, no one knows the results of this half-pull
Waiting for a swim or a tombstone
/Qinghai-Tibet Railway Guanjiao Tunnel (picture source: Internet)/
In 1974, a group of road builders came to the abandoned tunnel
Let this half-dead poem spit out rhyme
Connect a soul that travels westward
When you move forward, hopefully you won't encounter anything
Guan Jiao was silent, the man at the mercy of life
Lay a heavy killing plan in the dark
Enough death, with explosive wind and thunder
Whoever touches its body, it throws its deadly gravity at whomever it wants
It hides in a tunnel in the dark
Everywhere they are staring at people, looking for opportunities
One day, it suddenly came in the middle of too much game with humans
Open your mouth to one hundred and twenty-seven
Collapse! Collapse! A very familiar death tune
Repeat again in the tunnel
Death is beside you, there is no panic, no grief
Calm and rational, let the ways of dealing with it come one after another
The commander shouted: "Don't shout anything or anything long live"
Don't shout: "Make up your mind, don't be afraid of sacrifice"
Saving physical strength and consuming less oxygen is the foundation of survival
Yes, at an altitude of more than three thousand seven hundred meters
In a four-kilometer blocked tunnel
Oxygen is less than half that of sea level
So, they reduced the calendar of their lives to silence, waiting for rescue
Hold your life tightly in your own hands
Although, the devil clenched his hard hat and pulled at the placket of his clothes
They are still in the bloody rain and bloody wind, nirvana out of the world
From the death zone, put your life on the narrow track
Slowly, slowly, hugging their youth
It's not a gift from God, but a generous stroke of wisdom
This song of life has become an unprecedented epic on the road to heaven
The Guanjiao Tunnel is always a bad one
Since it could not stop the railway from advancing, it gushed water day and night
Trying to bury the train's footprints in the swamp
Let the railroad suffer and live forever for the winter
/Xinguanjiao Tunnel (Image source network)/
Tianlu, the aorta of the Tibetan Plateau
The pursuit of its smoothness, but also the independence of details
The long journey is not allowed to be tossed at will in the Guanjiao Tunnel
So, in the era of the rising sun, next to the tunnel
A new Guanjiao Tunnel was opened, with a length of 32 kilometers
Saving the railroad from the bottom of the water, the Buddha went to the mud and water
So far, on the vast plateau of Qinghai-Tibet
The Guanjiao Tunnel, which filters through countless life, death and waves
Dancing like a rainbow
Chic out of 4,000 miles of great freedom
Jirojin was thrilled by the victory
To watch the sight
With all my might, climb to the top of the snow-covered mountain in Guanjiao
/Green channel on the "Heavenly Road" (picture source: Internet)/
"Please pass, dear Tibetan antelope"
From the sky to the earth, humans
Sieve with great love, sift out all noise
Let the super silence go to rule Hoh Xili
We invite the pristine wilderness
Covers the Qinghai-Tibet Highway. Only Kunlun month
Filled with brilliance, it adds another dream to the poetry
Hoh Xil has become the sky and earth of Tibetan antelopes
Dear Tibetan antelope, please pass by
Where you pass, the fog and wind of the plateau
Shake off the curtain of security. What you breathe
It's all broad, thorough, and fresh
As for me, I have taken refuge in the poems, hidden in the moonlight
You can't see me, I can see you
I'm going to write your passage into notes
Report to humanity the majestic migration of your breeding race
Two months ago, you pregnant mothers
Trek 600 kilometers and go north to Zhuo Nai Lake to give birth
Primitive behavior gives birth to the power to plan for the future
There is a lot of material lake water
It will give the baby a healthy body
There are purple-black stones
A safe bunker is provided for the baby
When they can move around quickly
The vegetation is shaken by the amorous wind to the same color as the baby
Blindfold all hostile malicious eyes
As a result, this huge group of mothers and children
With advanced wisdom, block the gaze of wild wolves
Dodge the ferocious wings of the sky
After years of deep adventure, my mother can always predict what happens from 10,000
At an altitude of 5,000 meters above sea level, where oxygen falls
The sun is frozen in the wind and snow of the ice
The Tibetan antelope knows the meaning of life and death
You spirits and gods are not afraid, but hold fast to righteousness
Giving birth is a pleasure, and migrating is a ceremony
The air is exhausted in the sky, and the quality is exhausted in the earth
At one end, a thousand words that lead to humanity are carried in hand
At one end, think about the thriving that leads to nature
When the mother completes a great birth
Migrate to the grassland of your hometown, so that the baby can meet the great father
As a mother, please accept the salute of humanity
As children, please accept the salute of humanity
In the common home of the earth
We love you! We love you
Heaven and man are one, and we live in the same community with a shared future
/Ecological Heavenly Road, Magnificent Plateau (Image Source Network)/
Dear Tibetan antelope, please pass by
For your crossing, roads and railways sleep in dreams
Here, or larger and larger areas
There is no noise that disturbs your mother and child
All arrangements and arrangements have been checked
It's all in line with your natural habits
It is worthy of the kun of the earth where you gave birth to children
In the past, it could not be believed
But for the future, you can rest assured a hundred
Everyone will do to protect your Sonam Dajie
Every day is a day of happiness and safety for you
All the sources of evil are imprisoned in prisons
Dear Tibetan antelope, please pass by
The frost on the cocoa is the spring when you take a leisurely stroll
Each grass puts love for you into its own leaves
If you feel thirsty, go to the Chumar River to drink water
When your pupils meet the blue stream
It may shake your figure
Yes! Don't be afraid, it's Chumar River taking pictures of your mother and son
In the background is a blanket of unmelted snow
/Plateau Elf Tibetan Antelope (Image Source Network)/
In this mighty marching procession
I saw Liang Liang again, and you were injured in Wudaoliang back then
It is the rescue of the road builders who will bring you back to the embrace of nature
Congratulations! When the days of panic and anxiety stop
You have been a great mother and have shouldered the burden of propagation
Your baby, after a trek of hundreds of kilometers
Tired and tired, he walked crookedly in the night wind
Liang Liang, help the child quickly, the mother's licking and kissing
It's the power that feeds her
The baby walks well and steadily, so that the mother does not worry
Liang Liang, you can also tell your kind
For survival, for the prosperity of the Tibetan antelope family
Occasionally, if there is something difficult, you can come to the human hall for help
What humans forget, nature makes up for you
What nature is short of, it's up to us humans to do those things
/Kunlun Mountain scenery (picture source network)/
"Farewell to Kunlun"
A small person, who does not dare to put on the cloak of a grand era
Say goodbye to Kunlun today, so reluctant
Even though there is silence, there is still something brewing in my heart
I want to say it, but I don't dare to say it, words are dead
I can only use tears to express my reluctance and comfort
Kunlun, without you, I would not have a home
Away from you, kindness, warmth, and sweetness are taken away again
Don't go, want to go. If you want to leave, your soul will be lost
Here, I poured out 8 years of youth, plus bits and pieces later
Coming and going, 15 years of flying snow, piled up on my chest
time, marking the span of 30 years
If you lose you, you lose the meaning of half your life
In your arms, I climb the rickety scaffolding
Swing the eight-pound hammer in your hand heavily
Smash youth and sweat into your heart
Infiltrate your heart with hope, too
In the dimming afterglow of the setting sun
I have wandered around without knowing what is wrong with things
Life, future, love, job
Many times poured out the exhaustion of the mind, the decadence of the spirit
The years of isolation from my hometown, homesickness are all in my dreams
Healthy heresy, disease, overcame the body
On my forehead, I hold two starry stars
I want to say goodbye to you as if I had taken off the pain
Go to the mainland and let life give birth to wings
/Bird's eye view of Kunlun Mountain (picture source: Internet)/
Today, farewell to Kunlun, the wings of pain, flying around the snow peak
The mountains seemed to see through my shame
On the way east, my heart was full of thorns
It's not easy to say goodbye
It's not just a stretch of hand that touches the roses outside the plateau
Here, the young soul of the division commander is buried
Here, the youth of 108 comrades-in-arms is buried
Qingming burns paper, which is my relatives on behalf of their hometown
Here, my roaring air guns turn the railroad into a westbound traveler
Here, I use the water of the Golmud River to feed poplar trees
Now, it has greened the sky with its life
Blindfolded, I can still see
A group of unyielding men marched westward in the snow
Plug your ears and still hear the call of the earth
My soul
You embraced me with a big heart
I embrace you with a fiery heart
Your snow is my soul
My sweat is your blood
Say goodbye to Kunlun today, look at the grassland with tears in your eyes, yaks
Looking at the majestic mountains, fertile white clouds
It's hard to give up, you want to do it and stop, and you want to stop it
In the inseparable attachment, can it be said that there is the Qinghai-Tibet spirit of wearing red and hanging colors
No! No! I'm not that noble, I'm not worthy
Potentially, I once wanted to be a deserter
It's just that he didn't become a deserter in the end
Let the spirit be dressed in the garb of language
The value of youth is at the mercy of Kunlun's care and extension
/Qinghai-Tibet Plateau Railway (Image Source Network)/
Kunlun, farewell
I'm still in the prime of life, and my blood has lit up my steps
My prayers
It is to find the countless peaks that are not called Kunlun
In the bag, take out the sound of 10,000 miles of sunshine
I shout to you, I have a sea in my heart
Place your vast Kunlun forever
Introduction of Zhu Haiyan
Zhu Haiyan, a native of Lixin, Anhui Province, enlisted in the army in 1976 and served as a soldier, platoon commander, deputy instructor, and cultural officer of the division's Political Department in the Seventh Division of the Railway Corps.
In 1983, he was transferred to the "Railway Soldier" newspaper, and in February 1984, he was transferred to the "People's Railway" newspaper as a reporter, chief reporter, and chief reporter. In 1998, he served as editor-in-chief, president and editor-in-chief of China Railway Construction News, and a senior reporter. In March 2010, he was transferred to the Engineering Management Center of the Ministry of Railways as the deputy director at the bureau level, specializing in the writing of railway construction reports.
The winners of the 6th Fan Changjiang Journalism Award are the "four batches" of talents in the national propaganda system, leading figures in China's press and publishing circles, and senior experts directly controlled and contacted by the central government. He has won the China Journalism Award eight times, won the first and second prizes of provincial and ministerial news awards more than 90 times, and won the "Five One Project" award of the Central Propaganda Department for his long-form reportage "There is War in the North". He has published 40 collections of various works, with a total word count of 20 million words. He enjoys the allowance of the State Council and is a member of the Chinese Writers Association.
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