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Source | Confucius old book network APP dynamics
At noon, I saw the bad news I didn't want to see: four young people who went deep into the Ailao Mountain to conduct geological surveys were martyred in the line of duty; the search news that worried people in the past few days stopped in grief.
In 1980, Pengam disappeared in the treacherous desert while searching for water for the team in his camp during his expedition to Lop Nur. The news of the search for Pengam, which is broadcast in real time on the radio every day, touches the hearts of the people of the whole country. After Peng Jiamu's sacrifice, Sun Li wrote a long poem to mourn the heroic martyrs who sacrificed their lives for science.
Hanging Pengamu
Sun Li
I don't know you/ My career is different / Your crash / But it caused me a long period of grief
Youth / I read an essay / The sentence at the end is / Scientist dies in the laboratory / Fisherman dies quietly in the sea
The earth is our mother / She is incomparably kind to us / But nature before it develops / Also like a virgin / Sometimes terrifying and incomprehensible / She is shy and suspicious / In a state of extreme mystery and inner uneasiness / She does not know how to protect her virginity / Sometimes does things very unconscionable
The gale sand with salinity / swallowed you up / The Air Force and Army / Could not find your body for a long time
Tang Xuanzang / also walked alone in the desert
/ Also in search of a sip of water / Encountered various disasters / Fortunately survived / Brought back the truth he longed to pursue
You are the earth's / The most loyal and selfless and diligent son / You seek water for the survival of the collective / and the earth buries you under her
The state has laid a sign in the place where you were wrecked / Your successor / Will be in front of the footprints you left / Go on / That place is desolate / There are no people / I don't know if there is a dead tree / Stop to hang your vulture eagles, wild deer / Cold and summer / They will wander and fly there
Under the quicksand / Your corpse will not disappear and decay / Someday it will be found / People will sing songs of praise around you / You are the first contributor to the development of this land
After you die / There is gossip and sand / Trying to cover up your heroic spirit / Rumor-mongers fail / Their worth / Less than a real grain of sand
The prose I read ends with / On the one hand a solemn work / On the other hand absurdity and shamelessness / The song that people sing for you / Will calm the wind and sand / The sky is clear / Twinkling with stars / The brightest of them / It is you Pengamu
Please forgive me / I have often had some superstitious thoughts lately / Why did you have such an unlucky name / Have you suffered the gang of four / How many of your partners have fallen / Subsequently / You have another impending chronic disease
It is often said that / life is the most precious / but how delicate life is / how limited / and how calamous / it can die of fire and water / it can also die of thirst and cold / even from rumors, events, accidents and negligence / But life is tenacious / It can overcome all incoming threats / And firmness and confidence are its backing
Scientist / You are studying the mysteries of life in nature / You use the light of your life / To illuminate the fields you explore / Your attention / Focus on eradicating the diseases of life / and making life permanent
So/ I can be comforted / Your life is eternal / You are an immortal star
Night of October 21, 1981
When The old man Sun Li wrote this poem, he was still living in the former residence of Duolun Road in Tianjin. I know that the old house does not have a telephone or a TELEVISION. The old man has a semiconductor radio, listening to the news and listening to opera music every day. After Pengamu's disappearance, the old man paid attention to the dynamics of search and rescue; after the official announcement of Pengjiamu's sacrifice, on the autumn night, an old man, sitting alone in a room like a silkworm, composed this long poem in memory of the scientist with a beating heart.
With Sun Li's "Hanging Peng Jiamu", I would like to mourn the four members of the geological survey team who died in Ailao Mountain. May their loyal souls rest in peace on the mountain!
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