Text/Mao Ying
【Mind Talk】
This is probably the only poem I have written so far, which is for the Spring Festival Gala of my work unit twenty-seven years ago.
Twenty-seven years, it seems that after the world, who can still pick up the situation of the Spring Festival gala performance of the work unit.
Twenty-seven years, like a breath, separated by only five paragraphs of a poem totaling seventy lines.
The following is the old text -
When the cold wind blows again
Chant the new winter
The autumnal depression was also erased
The world condensed the last bit of raindrops
Snow, coming towards us, sprinkling a white beauty!
In the sky, it was her figure that sang and danced softly
On the ground was her steps
She, born in the harsh winter, fills the loneliness of winter
She, relying on the cold, never understood what trembling was
White arms, gently soothing withered branches
Immaculate body, tightly embracing the dry and cold land!
She is an angel, playing a light song in silence
She was hopeful, awakening the smile that had been dormant in the dust for a long time
We sing, for her purity, for her beauty!
I may hate the cold
But always nostalgic for the falling snow
I can refuse a harsh winter
But it was deeply shaken by the majesty of the snow
Remember the silver makeup wrap at the beginning of Ruixue's first birthday?
Have you ever seen the lakes and rivers after the sudden loss of the gushing?
The predecessors have long left a song and chanted thousands of songs
Posterity will ask us, "Have you ever sung?" ”
We'll tell the people before us
Because of winter, the white snow never dries up
We want to tell future generations
Because of the snow, the cold winter will never be lonely
We sang softly with the snow
That lingering in the chill, a spring song!
As I greeted the morning light, I walked into the silence of dawn
Unexpectedly, it was her crystal
When I put on the twilight, look back at the solemn sky
The only thing that is in love is her poetry
How can you sigh: "Snow represents only cold..."
Can't you see the beauty of thousands of trees and pear blossoms?
Don't complain: "Snow makes people feel boundlessly confused..."
Can't you remember the path that was suddenly swept out like a spring breeze overnight?
She was like a holy maiden
Still stepping on their own lightness in the wind
She seems to be a master of beauty
Weave a dreamy shape in the bitter cold
Have you heard the sincere singing of countless hearts?
For her, the spirit of beauty when the wood withered!
I want to make a delicate piece of wheat
Sleep peacefully in her warm embrace
Shade covers her abundant wings
I would like to be a cheerful little fish under the ice
Listen to her soft voice
Start the cruising of spring
It was she, in the cold wind, who was the first to lift the brush of spring
It is she, to the cold world, showing the charm of life
She was willing to be melted by the sun
Moisten the land of hunger and thirst
She would rather be absorbed by the spring breeze
Don't care about losing your form and melting yourself
When spring comes, she transforms into a rushing stream
Laughter and song, light boat thousands of miles!
I was enchanted by the wind and snow sketched by the clever hand
I have lamented the cycle of clouds and clouds
Thank her for bringing joy to the world in the midst of withering
Thank her for making me reluctant to retreat when it is cold!
In the wind, I seemed to hear her soothing—
"Forget the harshness, don't extinguish hope!"
In the bitter cold, I seemed to be called by her—
"Summon up the courage to say goodbye to the harsh winter – to welcome the new season of all things vomiting!"
I cling to the flying snow as it drifts over my cheeks
That light feeling
I love the solemnity of a thousand miles of ice
That pure white warmth
We marvel, we sing, we love, we forget
——Pure beauty and beauty - winter snow!!
It was first written in early 1994
Finished in the summer of 2021