I use the mutilated palm
Explore this vast land:
This corner has turned to ashes,
That corner is just blood and mud;
This lake should be my hometown,
(In spring, the flowers on the embankment are like brocade,
Tender willow branches broken with a strange fragrance,)
I touched the slight coolness of the algae and water;
The snow peaks of this Changbai Mountain are cold to the bone,
The water of the Yellow River slides out of the fingers;
The paddy fields of Jiangnan, the grass you were born again
Is so fine, so soft now only basil;
Lingnan's lychee flowers are lonely and haggard,
Over there, I dipped in the bitter water of the South China Sea without fishing boats
The invisible palm sweeps across the infinite country,
The fingers are stained with blood and ash, and the palms are dark,
Only the far corner is still intact,
Warm, bright, solid and vigorous.
On top of that, I caressed it with my mutilated palm,
Like the soft hair of a lover, the baby has milk in his hands.
I put all my strength in the palm of my hand
Paste on it, send with love and all hope,
Because only there is the sun, it is spring,
Will expel the darkness and bring Su Sheng,
For there we do not live like cattle,
Dead like ants
There, eternal China!