"Before the Great Wall of Zhao"
Text/ Han Dong
I see
A piece of history
Where did it go
Hufu riding and shooting
A generation of Zhao Wuling King
In a thick thread-bound book
Ride away
Oh, the mysterious Great Wall of Zhao
Draw the dividing line between farming and nomadism
In the place where dreams and reality wander
Kids play with Hide
Historical monuments
Do not apply or dress up
This is an open page of history books
Soaked and moistened
Tumut's temperament
"Memory of a Stone"
A stone
Initiating the memory of history
A king surnamed Zhao left his shadow under the sky
So that a piece of history surging and echoing here
I'm going to have a steed
Just start from Xuanhua
All the way west, run to Mount Muna, run to Wolf Mountain
In the lost days
I will wear the autumn breeze all the way
On the mountain stream trail
Measure this stone wall with a horse's hoof
Under the remnants of the existing wall
Listen to the replay of the ancient sounds
In class, I told the students the story of the Great Wall of Zhao
The students looked at me
I looked at my students
Suddenly, the trumpet of battle sounded in the classroom
That sword light and blood shadow are like a ray of light in the long river of history
An invisible beam of light
Walk into the classroom with a thick voice
"A Knot Made of Stone"
Oh, and this is history shining in the sky
Hufu riding and shooting
Stone by stone into knots
Ward off enemies outside the country's doors
Under the city walls, the stories that have been interpreted are green and yellow
King Zhao Wuling, this wolf from the Central Plains
Leave the shadow on the steppe, and the cooperation of the wolf, the communication of the wolf
Once made Zhao Wei bigger and stronger
However, a generation of heroes
A mediocre decision destroyed the great river and mountain in the party struggle of the descendants
A generation of heroes starved to death in the Dune Palace
From glory to shame is just one step away
And who chose to watch
Oh, the sons of Buxiao have good prospects
But they will only fight and kill in the gap
Lost rivers and mountains are like lost rivers
"The Herd Under the Great Wall"
A flock of sheep
Twisting the drive
Moving downstream from the Great Wall Corner
Meh, bleat, but did not understand a word
The sheep got the grass
I got the gift of the sheep
Lamb and haggis are the blessed foods of this land
Watch the Great Wall fence be removed
The sheep are also happy
Suddenly the rain dripped on the body
The sheep still don't want to leave
Infected by them
I also guard the flock
I look forward to more food from heaven
Here, the flock wanders
With the shadow of time
In those stories that are far gone
Even if there are N reasons
Nor can you put your brother at the wall.
Han Dong, pen name Weng Gunshan, is a member of the China Democratic Construction Association, a member of the Inner Mongolia Writers Association, the vice president of the Tumut History and Culture Research Association, and the president of the Hohhot Tumut History and Culture Research Association.
Editor: Ren Ruixin, founder of "Voice of Tumut"