Works of the Mountain Trail Literature Society (Carrying on the Past and Forging Ahead into the Future)
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Torches illuminate the mountains and rivers:
Worship the Great Soul on That Long Road (group of poems)
Tang Chenpeng
Laoshan Kai
The paved road has just reached the foot of the mountain
In an instant, it was twisted into a circle and spiraled up
screw thread
The old mountain realm is the Nanshan that stubbornly inserted into the sky
On the tip of the screw, the hardest part
It was already evening from the base of the mountain to the top
The western sky is in a wet time
The rust was red
And when everyone's face is glowing
When it becomes a bunch of red peppers
The stone wall under your feet and the road lying on the stone wall
But it was always dark
Those are not places that the light can't reach
It's a torch that goes up to the sky inch by inch
It will gallop here from Jinggang Mountain
After the young soul is illuminated
Carbon marks left behind
Editor's note: Laoshan Boundary is located at the eastern foot of Danan Mountain, Chengbu Miao Autonomous County, Hunan Province. It is famous for Lu Dingyi's prose "Old Mountain Boundary".
Guess the warmth of a mountain
For the first time, I stood on the Ziyang Peak and overlooked the South Mountain
I almost fell to the waves
The sky is a blue ocean
The earth is a clear ocean
Cows are harvesting in the ocean
I became the only leaf between heaven and earth
Flat boats carrying grain
If you turn Nanshan upside down
You will find countless volumizing breasts
Dangling from under the legs of this cow in the universe
Feed the vast world so vastly
The closer you get to Nanshan, the more you can imagine one
How the grass is steady in the wind
the more it can accommodate every flower tree under the shade
Warmth——
It's like a toddler after burping
Suddenly look up
Recognized his mother
(Nanshan Ranch with countless plump breasts)
At the site of the battle of the Red Army in the small water
Whoever is on this cliff next to the pine forest
will imagine themselves as an eagle
In an elegant arc
Cut through the rice fields like the golden river flow
But people are just attached to the mountains and rivers
A tiny magnet
Jump out of the ground from here, only
In the clumsiest pose of a stone
Smash through the door to another world
And in the middle of winter in 1934, heavy snow had just fallen
Forced the earth into a gray-haired shepherd
Eight men in rudimentary military uniforms
Like an eight-handled carpenter's hammer
Rush to nail your life into the dirt
The dense gunfire drowned out the muffled sounds
But I couldn't stop it
Eight iron nails chiseled through the chest of freedom
pain
Morning to Li Ping, Mao Zedong's address
The door was kept open
The chicks of the school wing were shouted in and out by the morning light
But I never dared to climb the stairs
I'm afraid of those footprints left 80 years ago
Will quietly hide under the old moss
喊疼
I'm afraid that the one is half hanging on the wooden wall
Mutilated map of China
It will suddenly come under the fingerprints of the years
Open your eyes
Perhaps, a few pencils scattered on the table
are complaining about themselves
Didn't struggle
Finish drawing the half circle from the Xiangjiang River
The morning breeze rose, and the ancient tree at the door began
浑身颤栗,greedy words and stops
It must have recognized me coming from Chudi
Perhaps, it also wants to tell me
More than 80 years ago, the one also came from Hunan
How the young man reclined on his loins
While coughing lightly, he took the cigarette butt between his fingers
Bounce into a starry eye
I had to knock three times on the courtyard door
Let the leaves of the trees that ride the wind jump into the courtyard wall
Report for me
(Liping Conference Memorial Hall)
Independent Loushan Pass
The mountain wind beats past your ears like a drum
The peaks rushed towards me
I clutched the railing and looked around
Left and right are dangerous walls
The only knife-edged path in front and behind
It was also pulled into the air by the wandering mountain fog
I simply sat down
Let the majesty between heaven and earth obey you
Filter
Let every cell be dyed with the character of the mountain
So that the flustered thoughts become a ravine
In this way, the wind went silent
But those who have swam from the depths of history
The sound of gunfire, cannons, the horns of the charge
The rustle of straw sandals scraping across the stone pavement
The rustling of thousands of red flags rolling on the top of the mountain
But they all converged into one
Torrents
I had no choice but to pick one
Yellow flowers blooming in the smoke of gunpowder
Plug the bullet hole that looks like the setting sun
About author:Tang Chenpeng, a native of Chengbu, Hunan Province, Miao nationality, member of Hunan Writers Association, student of the 15th Young and Middle-aged Writers Seminar of Mao Zedong Academy of Literature. His works have been published in "Poetry Magazine", "Star Poetry Magazine", "Hunan Literature" and other publications. He is currently studying at Hunan University.
Recommended reading of some works of the Mountain Trail Literature Society:
Click on the link to Xiao Renfu's works - "link"
Click on the link to Zhang Zhengqing's works - "link"
Click on the link to Xiao Dianqun's works - "link"
Click on the link to Tang Chenpeng's works - "link"
(Edited by Xiao Dianqun of Shanjing Literature Society)