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Huang Yongyu calligraphy
Silkworms don't hum while spitting silk,
Ant labor never says a word,
The labor trumpet is only a breath magnified ten thousand times,
Life is summed up before the song appears.
Precision creation requires quietness,
Deep thoughts do not arise on the noisy riverfront.
The big gong and drum can only be the foil of the drama,
Where can a long-sailing ship exhaust its strength with a whistle?
In the festival, it is natural to laugh and toast,
If this is the case for three hundred and sixty-five days a year,
Isn't that too much of a hassle?
I don't want you to be as silent as a tree and a fish,
But create
It must be carried out with silent labor.
(Editor's note: Mr. Huang Yongyu wrote this poem in 1979 to congratulate the 40th anniversary of the resumption of Xinmin Evening News)