Warriors read poetry
Anchor: Li Chen (Unit: Political Work Department of Tibet Military Region)
Zhao Qiong, male, born in 1966 in Jinnan. He is the author of 5 poetry collections, and has won several awards such as "Poetry Journal" and "People's Literature". His poems have appeared in "People's Liberation Army Daily", "People's Liberation Army Literature and Art", "Stars", "Green Wind", "Poetry Monthly", "Poetry Tide", "Beijing Literature", "Anhui Literature", "Shanxi Literature", etc., and have been included in a variety of poetry anthologies.
A Steel Gun's Positive Rhetoric on the Battlefield (Group Poems)
■ Zhao Qiong
All the battlefields will surely be occupied by flowers
In the eyes of a steel gun
The battlefield is tolerant
Can make life and death a big deal
Engage in free-form combat
Charge, fight, crawl or stand are permitted
Shouting is allowed, and it is allowed
The blood that comes out of the teeth
Pass the teeth again and swallow back into the stomach
Allow flesh and blood to collide with steel around the main peak
Allow some of the legs to expose the stubble
Or arms, toward victory
Grind with the land
However, in the heart of a steel gun
The battlefield is even more one
A metaphor that is narrow almost harsh
The banner that allows only the victor is like a flower
Bloom here. Like in the mountains
In spring, only plants with roots and whiskers are allowed
Survive like the people who live here
More like all that was ever here
Bloomed buds
Starting from the realm of "victory"
To make a metaphor. In the perception of a steel gun
The battlefield is a real and invisible subject
Here, it can make some die
Completely free from the cage of being bound by abstraction
Let those figures who have ever charged
Shaped like a pine, lush and thick. Stubble after stubble
To increase the heights, these need to defend the pinnacle
The body of the god of war, no wrinkles
Between battles, place the last bullet
The moment it pressed into the chamber of the gun
The sun hanging overhead, inexplicably
Layer after layer of halo appears
It was like autumn, before his eyes
Rendered
The color and texture of gold
After all, the season is in autumn
Rice and fruity aromas, like the ones that are breaking through
Those soldiers
In the siege of layers of smoke
Still want the war information
Pass to peace
It's just an exercise
But in the hearts of every participant
Remind yourself at all times:
It must be peeled off completely
A painting skin created by the war department
This is the real purpose of the exercise
Like the company commander who has been discharged from the army for many years
The famous sentence that remained in the company -
Exercises are not acting
No big dream will ever be
Appear in real dreams
War always happens by chance
But all the gods of war
They must all be the embodiment of fearlessness
God of War does not die
The body of the God of War
Destined to be strong, powerful, and indestructible
And, up and down, there is not a single wrinkle
The sound of a gun being wiped
Some snowflakes remember
It's sharp
Some raindrops can't be forgotten
It's warm
When a flower is a locust flower
With polished barrels
Pass by and give back
The land that once gave birth to it
Spring, above the earth
Only then did it really stand firm
When all the sprouts of rice are tender
All broke ground
Buds of all branches
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Autumn has stood at the highest point of the mission
Will harvest with peace, in the way of blueprints
Draw carefully
At the moment, all year round
A gun-scavenger who never stops
Those around him
Looking forward to the flowering of chrysanthemum seedlings
And the sorghum that is being jointed in the ears
The tone of the "Lullaby" in the mouth of the mother
Not bad at all
War horses in winter
Supposedly, a year of war horses
There are no four seasons
Like the same garrison
Its owner
In the eyes of the war horse
Seasons are distributed to farmland
Private items
It can also be distributed to mountain flowers
As well as accompanying mountain flowers to bloom
Those creeks
The responsibility of the war horse
Given by the name of the warhorse
If you have to compare it to a farmer
All cavalry, yes
It is called above the ridge
Those grain ears
War horses galloped under the sky all their lives
Battle knives and steel guns
It is what it desires to fly
A pair of wings
Snowfields, gravel, meadows, thorns
At the feet of every war horse
White clouds in the blue sky
It's the war horses in winter
Real tracks
Stone Notes
In the Galwan Valley, the wind is sharp
Like a knife
Cut out a blade-like mountain
Again and again, cut open the lake
Never lack of oxygen in the throat
Some stones, on the peaks
The japanese wind passes on the blade
Like stars, it only shines at night
More often, like the moon
Hanging
Be a role model for the stones
I have not climbed the plateau
Not in the Galwan Valley
Received a drop of rain
Or the weight of a snowflake
But I know better than anyone
Join this stone of steel
Composition of the team
You have to have all the stones
Wind bone and integrity
In the wind, all hard
Heroes like stones have been crushed
Turn yourself into more stones
Go fend off more blades
Or sharpen a more mean knife edge
Because I'm in it
I had to do my best
Live yourself as a boundary monument
Thus becoming their substitute
Autumn in the eyes of a warrior
Guard the autumn under an autumn sun
Guard every one that grows in autumn
The fruit of the storm with yourself
And every grain, as with yourself
Matures in every grain of rice that is sharpened
At the same time, he also works with a red leaf
Together, reminisce about one
Flowers that bloom in the spring
How at some point after spring
The end result
In the eyes of a warrior
Autumn, of course, is due to harvest
Attributed to the vastness after the harvest
And always believe in it
Sow every wisp of autumn sun in the autumn fields
It's all over the world
The peace of being desired for riches
Collect them one by one
In the late autumn, warriors are wiping their guns
Like the other three seasons
scrupulous
Like all the flowers at the moment
All in the deepest recesses of the root whiskers
Planning for the coming year
The future of every fruit
Some flowers bloom in late autumn
Drive in a field or field outside the barracks
It opened a bit late, though
But the original intention of becoming a fruit
Let them be with the fruits that have already borne fruit
Appear to be working harder, and harder
——Published in PEOPLE's Liberation Army Literature and Art, No. 2, 2022
Original edit | Tang Ying
Coordinate the review of | Whoa
| issued Wen Qingli