Author/Huaxia Guoxuetang
Brief introduction to the poet's life: Gong Liu, formerly known as Liu Renyong, also known as Liu Gengzhi, a native of Nanchang, Jiangxi. In 1946, he began to publish his works, and later went to Hong Kong to participate in the work of the All-China Federation of Students. He joined the army in 1949 and became a creative member of the Creative Thought Office of the Political Department of the Central Military Commission in 1955. After 1976, he served as the dean of Anhui College of Literature and the editorial board of "Poetry Exploration" and "Literature". He participated in the collection and collation of "Ashima", and wrote the poetry collections "Wangfuyun", "Short Songs in the Borderlands", "In the North", "Cactus", and the poetry collections "Poetry Trek", "Poetry and Honesty".
Painter Luo Zhongzhong's famous oil painting "Father"
In my last article, "Remembering the True Li Kui in the Poetry World" Poet Gong Liu, I have already introduced and appreciated two of his poems, one is the short poem "Wound" and the other is "Hey, Big Forest!" 》。 Today we come together to appreciate the works of poets:
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Father, my father!
Who put this ballpoint pen
Strong clamp on your left ear chakra?!
Is this a symbol of affluence?
Is this a symbol of civilization?
Is this a sign of progress?
Does this symbolize revolution?
Father! Do you hear me? Do you hear me?
The entire exhibition hall,
All the men and women,
They were all silently shouting:
Throw it away! Throw away the cheap decorations!
May it be the bowl in your hand,
A lifetime and you are inseparable!
Rough bowls, bowls with fish patterns,
Bowls as old as excavated artifacts,
I will bear the sweat of your forehead,
And suck it clean;
Only your sweat can dissolve
I unearthed artifacts generally hardened hearts!
O heart of the Qin Dynasty,
The heart of the Han Dynasty,
The heart of the Tang Dynasty,
Maybe the heart of the republic!
Who can count how many times you've died!
Father! My father!
That year you snoozed against the earthen wall,
Never wake up again under the caresses of the sun,
The corners of the mouth were dripping with yellow-green juice.
The puffy hand also clutched a handful of grass seeds tightly...
That year you shrugged your head and tore the slope into a large village field,
Then pulling the pear, the reins buckled into the flesh to strangle the blood marks,
After smoking your last handful of dried peach leaf tobacco,
You fall, and the stars in the sky are still alive and dumb for hundreds of millions of years.
How many good years have you watered!
It's a pity! It's a pity you have a piece of gold behind your back!
Turn around and go, hurry! fast!
Gold deserves to be yours! You are the host!
master! Do you understand? master!
O Father, my Father!
I'm praying for you, praying for you,
It can no longer be unpredictable,
Oh my God! My clouds in heaven!
February to 4, 1981
(Excerpt from Poetry Journal, No. 11, 1981)
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