I remember an old slogan popular in our troops: Labor is glorious, being a railway soldier is glorious!
——Inscription/Li Wubing
‖ Our name is Railroad Soldier
Labor is glorious
Be glorious as a railroad soldier
Our name is The Railroad Soldier
Used to listening to the sound of steel
Hammers, pickaxes, shovels
Brazing, rails, steel bars
There are also wind guns, bucket cars, and road nails
This team is named after steel
I know how to cast souls with steel
Carry the sleeper forward
The laterally curved spine is still ironclad
Like the rocks on the cliffs that can withstand the wind and rain
Step on the green mountains and develop the disposition to bear hardships and stand hard work
O motherland, as long as you sing the ambition in all directions
We are always boiling with blood
Be a pioneer in road construction
We old iron, shouted out the trumpet
You can embrace the blue sky and white clouds
Even if you are old today, look back
Still extra proud – our name is
Railroad soldiers
‖ Cooking smoke on the raft
The flood came, and the roaring waves roared
Lift our rafts up to the waves
How high is the wave, how high is the raft ——
A cloud was tucked under his armpits
Wait for the angry waves to put the raft -
Bury our rafts in the ravines
Seeing the opportunity, I drew a match
Hastily lit firewood on the raft
The firewood burns and peels off
Set up a pot and boil a river of boiling life
The wind is still so wild, the waves are still so evil
Firewood burns leisurely...
Amazing water birds frolicking in the waves
The angry Jiang Tao was helpless
- Another storm came from the struggle
In the dangerous gorge, it is crowded with wave mountain seats
Steady on the long bridge, I pry the wave mountain
The bouncing raft shoots through the whirlpool
Splashing waves into the pot
The aroma of rice melted into a piece of joy...
Just in the laughter, the cloud did not stop
Melt a wisp of cooking smoke – leisurely but delicate
The raft is out of the gorge, pull a river log
Cooking smoke in the gorge, still singing heroic praises...
‖ In the Gobi, the tents turned white
Even at the edge of the Gobi
The wind and sand still create desolation and barrenness here
Except for sand, it is stone
The stones even hurt our vision
Camel grass also does not stretch its roots
We camped here
The white tent resembled the faded military uniform of the squad leader
The swirling wind swept the sky
Where to roll the green of the tent
When I first started as a soldier, I liked green like that
How many times, scrubbing military uniforms by the river
Seeing that the military uniform had faded, the company commander said with a smile
Maybe, the green melts into the river
Look at the small river water, so green
Now it's moving to the Gobi
No small rivers and no rain
Where should the green of the tent fade
When a small stand was built on the edge of the Gobi
Suddenly, my mind was tugged
Look, the traffic lights on the platform
Flashes and flashes – so bright, so green
The green of the tent yo, is not with the sweat of the warriors
Condensed in the lamp mirror, blinking amorous eyes
Summon a whistle from afar
I looked at the green light and my heart fluctuated
The Gobi seemed to be covered with green ripples
O motherland, the tents of the railroad soldiers are white
But give gobi one
Spring information
‖ Unforgettable snow in Artemisia Plain
In the 1970s, in order to participate in the construction of the Xiang-Chongqing Railway, the Second Railway Division fought with local migrant workers and repaired a simple road from Ankang Hengkou to Ziyang, with Artemisia as its hub station...
The years of the last century
It has been bustling with the Xiang-Chongqing Railway
Sent far, far
But the snow of that winter in 1970
Still piling up in my memory
Won't melt
I remember in Hengkou
Paddy fields and mulberry hills can grow the concept of "horizon"
And the mountains northwest of Artemisia
Most of it is stone coal buried in the soil
It is impossible to burn down the snow that has piled up on the mountain
Snow water mixed with dirt and gravel
Often blocking the breath of hengzi highway
The noise of cars and people
At the moment it became small and exciting
It was that snow that blocked us for two days and one night
I know the taste of "hunger and cold"
More and more I want to carry the railway into the mountains
We must not allow that that thated toilet without walls
Then break into the field of vision to create embarrassment
Cooking smoke rising from stone tiles
Awakened a hope and strength
Abruptly quench our will and add steel
However, it was snow at that time
A lot of people don't believe it here
Dreams can also grow
Today, artemisia tea leaves are fragrant
Fresh cocoons are brilliant, and selenium-rich products sell well in all directions
Coal has entered thousands of households to send warmth
The old tiles of the ancient town have been written into Chinese stories
But I can't forget the snow
An experience written in the heart...
‖ love is also planted in our veins
Love season, across the mountains and water
Our thoughts still go into each other's hearts
Hongyan biography, love
It will also be planted in our veins
A smile grows within the eyes from then on
Make the love song brighter than the music of the yellow oriole
Peach blossom-like warm whispers
Fly from the letterhead to bloom by the ear
Petal by petal, opening up beautiful life
There is always some kind of desire to pursue spiritual integration
Exploded in the body
It stirs up the whole life
In this way, love is deeply planted in the blood
Deep-rooted and no need for decoration
The language of the Sea Oath Mountain League
The days of love always feel like blood is boiling
The spirit can carry a railway
Unquestionable trust becomes a dashing dignity
At this time, looking back at the distance traveled in winter
The ditches and bumps have been smoothed out by the love of the heart
The fir trees in the wind did not thin into dead wood
And yesterday there was a cold hanging ice
It is also the charm of the white mountain butterfly by the visual scenery
As pure as we treat each other sincerely
The code of life is pointed out by the spirit rhinoceros
Love accompanies us to the top of the ten thousand peaks
No spell can destroy this spiritual process
Chai rice oil and salt can not replace such a mysterious power
At the moment I only believe in the call of my own soul
- Love should be kept in the heart
Planted in the blood...
Li Wubing Profile:
He once used the name Li Wubin, a creator of the Railway Soldier Culture Department, a member of the Chinese Writers Association, and the author of "Selected Lyric Poems of Li Wubing" (upper and lower volumes), the essay collection "Sunbird", and the long documentary literature "Children of Nature".