Text | Huang Gang
Inscription: The Xinhai Revolution created a modern national democratic revolution in the full sense, opened the floodgates of China's progress, spread the concept of democracy and republicanism, greatly promoted the ideological emancipation of the Chinese nation, and promoted China's social change with great shock and influence. On the occasion of the 110th anniversary of the "Xinhai Revolution", the poem is commemorated.
The first drop of blood
Only one work was left in his lifetime:
The roar of wrapping the sky and the sun into the battle flag of the revolutionary party let the shouts and relief radiate in the rolling of the flag.
I have only been brilliant once in my life:
Walk into the forefront of the blood and fire fusion in the posture of "Kou".
The most red drop of blood ignited the anger in the eyes of thousands of revolutionary volunteers, until the city head of Wuchang hunted and hunted, and Ru "said" was fulfilled- the feudal barriers that were fluttering in the wind and rain collapsed.
Since then, Lu Haodong, the "brave and talented man of the world", the first martyr of the Republican Revolution, has stood in the most eye-catching coordinate system on the stage of history.
Sun Yat-sen, Lu Haodong, the two Xiangshan boys at the intersection of the general horns have been out of the ordinary since they were young, and when they grow up, they are inseparable from the same frequency resonance.
Smashed the idol and destroyed the shrine of the gentry.
Run away hand in hand, looking for the "God" in your heart.
Although the Ten Thousand Words Book, which has a heart full of life and a candle and bears the burden of improving the beautiful dream, is sprinkled with foreign energy, when the youthful thoughts of racking their brains drift on the cases of Lord Zhongtang, the original colorful ideals and ambitions encounter the impact of hard stones -- shattering dreams and broken hearts.
If you don't give me a place, then build yourself a new and big stage!
If it can't be transformed, then overthrow it!
Pull up the banner of ingenuity, build a stage for the revitalization of China, edit the lines of "expelling the Tartars, restoring China", and gather actors with different characteristics.
Opening——
The first drama of the revolution was disturbed by the chaotic footsteps of the military and police because of the leaks of information.
Having been evacuated from danger, just for the lives of more actors, you resolutely froze the twenty-seven-year-old of Fang Gang!
Nail hands and feet, chisel teeth!
The extreme punishment and cruelty, but you have no fear, generous statements, rebuke the qing officials, and the wolf is scattered:
One I can kill, but those who rise up after me cannot kill all!
You say that painting is also a kind of learning,
So you drew an immortal picture - Xingzhong Map;
For "one I can kill, but he who rises after me cannot kill all",
From the moment you sprinkle this first drop of blood, the end of a dynasty has been circled.
From Howe to Lord
Even if the little girl of history is dressed up, but a hundred years later to restore that reality, your silhouette must become clearer and clearer.
Read your name, which is imprinted with the ultimate of the revolution, and look at your thick body, which carries the mission of overcoming rape and reviving our nation.
A solid home that can be sold, a finger, though not spared.
In your eyes, there is no self and a country.
Selfless, but affectionately in love with the whole nation!
Thirty and standing.
In that special time, in that special space, you who are bookish and angry, have a strategy in your heart and go far away to Dongying,
Set up a stage called Huaxinghui.
Throwing pen from Rong, Huai Ren Hongyi, framed the coordinates of a great man - with deep cultural roots,
Interpret Ichisuke Shusheng as a shishi Hiroshi who has died and then died!
Autumn in Tokyo, 1905.
Your humble pride is magnetized by an ideal, and an alliance is founded by a common faith.
One is a pioneer of great fame, and the other is an independent and invincible hero——— holding hands and walking together.
Huang Xing, Sun Yat-sen, two resounding symbols in the sky of history intersect "Sun Huang":
Two brilliant stars shine in the stars of the land of China.
I don't care much about false names, I'm not good at talking about it, but I don't care about charging in the real knife and gun.
Your goug is surrounded by hot-blooded men from all directions, and your arrogance boils with a tube of hero's blood!
From Qinzhou and Fangcheng to Zhennanguan, from Lianzhou and Hekou to Guangzhou, it points directly to Wuchang.
In the smoke of iron blood, it is you who roars and roars, it is you who wields the gun, and you drive the wheel of the republic with your majestic flesh and blood.
The proud crown of Xiaoxiang Dadi covers the wisdom of "Napoleon of the Chinese Revolution", and the heroic soldier with great achievements like a mountain appears as the image of the people of "Sun's ideal, Huang's practice".
The past is not like smoke.
Bounce off the dust of the history books that have faded away,
Huang Xing, the outline of the founding father of the Republic of China,
More and more – clearly.
Big brother
Sun Mei, Mr. Zhongshan's brother,
He is also the king, the king of Maoyi.
For the sake of his brother's dream, he used up his savings to pave the way for a water plant to drift to the end of the world to brew a storm.
Like a father, he nurtured a strong body and mind, cared for a dream that touched the earth, and warmed his brother's cause of overthrowing the imperial system like a nanny.
His base was his brother's base.
From here, a green reed stirs up the mighty wind, raises thousands of flood waves, crosses the Pacific Ocean, and stirs up the Great China.
Sun Mei, the eldest brother who cannot be forgotten, was originally also the king, the uncrowned king on the road of revolution.
Drift to a small island with a gold-digging procession, reclaiming Hawaii's cane fields and cultivating depressions of ideals and ideas. Like the hardest stone, crouching on the road of his brother's advance, always the same.
The hooves and feet of the jackal, the wheels that support the rolling...
Sun Mei, a righteous and thin cloudy heaven, sacrificed his life to break the family' brother.
Lose money to the revolution, lose forty years of hard-earned money;
Throw yourself into the battlefield, like the figure of a tiger leaping in Guangzhou, Huizhou, Zhennanguan...
Accompanied by his brothers, accompanied by the revolution, until the stormy gunshots sounded in Wuchang City, until the dawn of a new era cracked the sky in Nanjing.
Overseas Chinese said: No Sun Mei, Sun Wen?
Later humanity: Losing but following the text all your life, arrogance and dry cloud is word of mouth.
A hundred years is not long, nor is it short.
Pick up memories of the past,
Big brother, still often remembered...
Absolutely loud
At the node of your twenty-four years old, youth blooms into a yellow flower;
You are on a twenty-four-year-old spring night, and the brushstrokes ignite a century of absolute sound.
There are only two possibilities for fighting for a faith:
Or blood spilled on the battlefield, or triumphant return.
All of this, you know.
The idea is set, and the legs wrapped in war are clinging to your direction.
That spring night a hundred years ago,
Your chest is full of words, soft, rigid, generous, gentle, prompting a strong pen full of ink and tears, combining pulse emotions and sonorous vows, flying horizontally.
Lin Juemin, a loyal believer of Mr. Nakayama.
Left a suicide note full of righteousness, a love letter with a liver and intestines. Also, the softest and hardest sound of an era is "Letters with Wives".
A family letter that has been chewed and chanted for a hundred years still draws thousands of people to taste it with their hearts:
Yi Ying, how to endure the beloved wife left behind.
Yi xin, flesh and bone adhesion of parents!
You say you're going to die bravely!
See? Bloody and cloudy everywhere, full of wolves and vicious dogs.
See? The great powers are raging, corrupt officials are rampant, and the country will not be destroyed.
Because there are two kinds of love, one is called small love, and the other is called big love.
Endure the grief and say bravely to die, you, sacrificed your own little love.
As long as the pain of the individual is exchanged for the happiness of the people, the separation of one family is exchanged for the regiment of ten thousand families
Round, small love can achieve supreme virtue.
You say, worth it!
A hundred years ago, in March, the red flowers were full of blood. Your figure flickered in attack on Guang
In the smoke of the governor of the state.
A hundred years ago, in October, the banner of engraved faith fluttered in the wind at the head of Wuchang City!
At this moment, your heroic soul has been cast into the sweat of the revolutionaries to overthrow the imperial system.
You are gone, and the comrades are still working hard.
You're gone, and the yellow flowers of Huanghuagang are golden for you.
You are gone, and the spirit is still haunting qingyu in fuzhou sanfang and seven lanes.
Rejoice, though you have already seen the nine springs:
Tyranny has been abolished, a republic has been established,
The strong have replaced the weak, and the revival has begun.
Walk into the three lanes and seven lanes, admire your jade-like images, and ponder your will like iron.
The yellow flower hill, the stone stele of the sky, scorched with the shining light of the martyrs who sacrificed their lives for righteousness.
"Letter with Wife": A Hundred Years of Silence!
Looking back,
The fifteen nights of the plum branch sifting the moon must be sweet and soft,
You and Yiying are still talking to each other...
South smoked beautiful March day, some material steep,
The tragedy of the blue blood and yellow flowers flows with the wind...
Woman, as strong as water
The words lined up in the tunnels of history greet you,
The warm breeze that wanders on the shore of West Lake sings for you.
The beauty of water, the hard cliff, is carved with the softness of water and the firmness of steel.
On the shore of the lake, the woman crossed the horse.
Her galloping wind swept across the earth, awakening the murky sky.
The armor is on the body, and the sword is bent on the arm.
She proudly turned her daughter into a stubborn woman who overthrew the Qing court.
Who says people are thinner than yellow flowers?
Who says the yellow flowers are weak and can't help the wind?
Zheng Ming's Longquan sword blade on the boudoir wall flashed a thunderous electric light of "born as a master, dead as a ghost male" in the quiet night.
Autumn nights, the lights are dimmed.
My gaze is immersed in your sonorous phalanx of words, and from there, projects you:
"When the flames of Youyan were harvested, the war between the Chinese and foreign countries was not ending; the knee chamber was empty with fear and hatred for the country, who would."
The voice of the worried country;
The heroic spirit of "fighting for 100,000 heads of blood must be saved";
Gushing "Dangerous situation like Si dare to save yourself? May your life be sacrificed "fearlessly!"
The strength of water is not only projected from the gaps in the words, but also shows that although you are a mother and a wife, you are exceptionally healthy on horseback.
Because of a heart that is difficult to reconcile, you are determined to run away, determined to surrender all your wealth to the republican revolution that has been overthrown. That watery long skirt has been replaced by a good riding and shooting suit, and the dark and flowing hair has been coiled by you as the fortitude and freedom of a man's sword.
The water of the West Lake gives you a flexible daughter's body, and the wind of the XiangJiang River shapes your beautiful jade festival.
The big foot of the wind and fire kicked open the barrier of feudal etiquette, and the heart of the Ming Hall rushed to the cherry blossom country where faith multiplied. After that, your weak and tough shoulders carried the jackhammer of the main alliance Zhejiang, and your powerful pen blade dismantled a shaky dragon court skeleton and spread out the flames of the candle sky that destroyed the dynasty.
Walking through the blood-stained land of Pingliu,
Enter the planning of Zhejiang Anhui.
Yin red blood droplets are like plum petals, floating at the mouth of Xuanting;
The heroic ideological statue Qing lifted up the loftiness of a revolutionary martyr.
A cavity of blood spilled, awakening an era;
A head is thrown away, and a dynasty collapses.
"Fight for 100,000 heads of blood, you must save the strength of Qiankun", this is the original ambition of the heroine;
"Autumn wind and autumn rain are sad", this is the martyr's last curse and confession to the dying dynasty.
Approaching the shore of Xizi Lake, approaching the jianhu woman who is as strong as water.
Read the dusty history and taste a woman who is as clear as autumn water.
Confidant
A warm name has always been held in the palm of people's hands.
A name that is not inferior to that of a man has always been beautiful, beautiful to this day.
This was the woman who was known as the mother of the country at that time, Song Qingling.
Like a flower admiring and worshipping a mountain.
A small but chic flower, with her purely delicate face, looking up and snuggling into the arms of a towering mountain.
Every age has a concept of every age.
Hua'er's mind mountain knows, but the love that deviates from tradition encounters a blank eye and many barriers.
Giving her life to a man she adored and loved deeply, she did not waver.
For the sake of the unfinished cause of the mountain, Hua'er, with the hot vision of a young girl, broke through the house arrest, broke out of the window, and flew in the direction of Mr. Wandering and Seeking.
On the red carpet of the church, two pairs of firm and brisk steps stepped through.
At the moment when the two spirits intersected and overlapped into the same focus, the halo of the spark began to brighten the diffuse haze.
In that year, Soong Ching Ling was twenty-two years old, and Sun Yat-sen was forty-nine years old in spring and autumn.
After marriage, the burning affection prompted the pair of confidants to become more fiercely revolutionary.
Whether in the Northern Expedition in Shaoguan or in Guangzhou, her beautiful figure always accompanied her mountain and the people's mountain. On the front line of the Northern Expedition, she comforted the soldiers in dust, and when she protected the Fa in Guangzhou, she faced Chen Jiongming's artillery fire to cover the safety of the mountain. You say, "China can do without me, not without you!"
The flowers that had died nine times got rid of the cannon fire, but the life crystals of the flowers and mountains quietly withered. The flowers paid the eternal pain in their lives, and the revolution of the mountains took on a much broader realm.
Because of the inspiration of the flowers, Shan's bosom poured out a rhapsody about national rejuvenation, "Founding Strategy". Under the care of the flowers, the ideal of the mountain has found the fulcrum of the cooperation between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party.
Song Qingling, a weak Lingnan woman.
Through the thick clouds, capture youth and life with independence and boldness.
With a resolute pace, walking in the faith of the mountain, do not abandon.
The more gloomy the weather, the closer the heart is to the heart, and the tighter the ten fingers that accompany each other.
Life is bumpy in the muddy, potholed road, but that deep love has always been rooted in the soil of faith and trust.
One is as high as a pine, and the other is as beautiful as an orchid.
Passionate and exciting.
Ten years later, Mr. Zhongshan collapsed in the autumn leaves of Beijing's West Mountain.
But there are two proverbs about love that remain forever in the world. On the occasion of his death, the gentleman said:
"Do not be sad, all I have is all you have."
You replied, "I don't love anything, I love you only." ”
Twenty-four years later, in the golden autumn, a brand-new republic of the People's Republic of China -
A new era has begun, standing majestically in the east of the world.
At that time, you, Soong Ching Ling, a great woman, resolutely went to the place where you may be sad- Beijing. Facing the five-star red flag of the Republic waving in the wind,
Your face, which has been calm for many years, is already full of joyful joy...
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Poet & Calligrapher: Huang Gang, a second-level writer, a contracted writer for key literary topics of Guangdong University of Literature, and a contracted writer for the Provincial Literary and Art Boutique Project. He is a member of the China Reportage Literature Society and the Chinese Poetry Society, an outstanding talent in propaganda culture in Guangdong Province, a director of the Guangdong Writers Association, a vice president of the Guangdong Prose and Poetry Society, and a vice chairman of the Zhongshan Writers Association. He has published ten long-form urban biographies, including "Zhongshan Biography" (co-authored), "Who is the Peak of the Mountain High", "The Sun is Not Rusty", "Love Is Greater than the Sky", "Listening to the Soul", "When the Lights Are Dimmed", "Driving the Wind", etc. "Who is the Peak of the Mountain" was shortlisted for the 6th Lu Xun Literature Award, and won the China Journalism Award (newspaper supplement category) and the gold medal of the China Newspaper Supplement Annual Competition. "Nine Songs of Qinghai" won the first prize of the national "Great Beauty Qinghai" essay contest, and won the first prize of the Guangdong Prose Poetry Annual Award for five consecutive years. His works have been selected for more than 30 anthologies such as Xinhua Digest.
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