Predator's Soul
-- Commemorating the comrades-in-arms who sacrificed their flesh and blood for the construction of the motherland
Sun Jianjun
One
Yes, I know
An ancient instruction says:
Mom's finest son
to be eligible to be selected as a warrior of the tribe
That day, I signed up for the army
to defend a blood-stained flag
Yes, I know
Life refuses to die because of antiquity
The honor of the dead is the breath of the living
The march of the living is the eternal life of the dead
Whatever I am in the sky
Shine as a star
Or crawl me in the dirt
Nailed into a road spike
There's always bagpipes and wheels in your ears
This is a prelude that cannot be stopped
It is the fate of my past and present lives
Extension of Ichijo Oji——
Two
When the thoughts are savored by the years
Many things are generated in an instant
Birthday: August 1, name: Jianjun
It was destined to be a rowing of troop chariots
The republic is running the tracks
Bumping her newly enlisted railroad soldiers
In the very deep and dense Great Khing'an Mountains
A place where soldiers watch soldiers during the day and stars at night
I want to cry and look at the sky
A crescent moon like a boat
Frozen in the harbor at minus fifty degrees
It also does not carry away regret and timidity
The temperature is transparent due to the bitter cold
Look at every breath most clearly
It suddenly occurred to me that bold statement
The servicemen shed blood without tears
Comrade, you have to ask me where I am going
We want to go where the motherland needs it most
Tens of thousands of people sang a military song to ward off the cold——
Betting into the rhyme of our eighteen-year-old life
Three
This is a song written by Blood Spectrum
In the steep barren hill of the past
On today's tight, string-like steel rails
Who can stir the singing of the dead?
Above the sudden cannon fire
Gravel tore a squad of comrades apart
That love letter has not yet been sorted
The money has not yet been remitted
That wife's beautiful platoon leader
The little soldier who can play the harmonica......
The nine men turned into a ball of blood
There was a muffled thunder of nine Adam's apples being tied
Nine ninety-nine-eighty-one days
Nine ninety-nine-eighty-one chances
At least ninety-nine-eighty-one paths of life
Freeze frame as one direction, two tracks
This morning, this persistent morning glow
At this moment, this tender evening
But they don't disperse......
Four
Yes, we are military men who stay away from war
We open roads in the mountains and build bridges in the water
It is opening up a milestone for peace and construction
And today, I just want to ask people
Don't squander the word "happiness" at will
The mileage of our peacetime, too
A kilometer pile, a new grave of martyrs
What's the solution?
There will be sacrifices to struggle
That's how I started to value everything
Will babble like an old man
Save food and save every nail
That's the truth from the blood
Life cannot be taken lightly
Five
What a noble life, without love
Able to Bo greater than motherhood, in the barracks
We called that beautiful wife sister-in-law
Only the wives of military men
in order to get the honorific title of sister-in-law for all soldiers
Really, shout sister-in-law, and we will win the battle
It is a sustenance for missing mother's love
It is a symbol that is not forgotten by love
She is the daughter of Zhuxiang
I think of the eternal tear stains on the spotted bamboo
Thinking of the whimper of the flute piccolo
Think of Hsinchu every year old
A gaze sticking out of the bitter leaves
Think of the long bamboo roots, buried in the depths
The latitude and longitude of the road
When we cried together, the old platoon leader's mourning
The sister-in-law only asked to take away a stone from the barren ridge
It is a sculpture of tears
It's still the shape of a heart
Since then, I have known that there is poetry in the world
And really held a pen and wrote a lot of poems
For my sister-in-law, my Virgil
For our company of love and beauty gods
Six
What was the sound, from the middle of the night in the moonlight
Like a bare hand plucking the heartstrings
I understood it in an instant
The voice was ivy-like, deep into body temperature
From one end of the rail to the other
You're finally going to be a sister-in-law, in your luggage
There is a bed quilt top, two pillow towels,
There are also barrels full of soju, which is rare here
10,000 miles of acacia dust
I also became a platoon commander with a beautiful wife
I still remember the wedding reception
A greeting from my group of soldiers
Are they drunk, or are they stupid—
Sister-in-law, the brothers are all heroes
It's going to die tomorrow
His face did not change, and his heart was not shocked
It's all in the past
The pregnant daughter in the snow and ice
That year, it had become a corner of the red flag
Of course, she doesn't make a difference yet
Cream ice cream and cliff ice cream
Moreover, she will grow up
Our way of life, will she approve of it
Our path of love, can she understand
When she also learned to recite poetry, she sang
What a wonderful time to live......
Seven
Listen, chasing the whistle of the wind and the moon
It is a song hidden deep in the hearts of the deceased
It is the love in the blood of the living
These people who sleep in the wind and rain in the wind and rain
These can drill into stones
and he who groweth out of stone
These people who conquered thousands of mountains and rivers
Soldiers sweating like rain as weapons
will be sublimated into the gods in a certain era
At that time, the rails may have been classified as archaeology
The tunnel may be landscaped
But the gods should be you—
All myths are stories
All the sacred, are the most ordinary people
Eight
I am one of the lucky gods
Not poured into the forest, steppe and loess
And you, my former comrades-in-arms
Are you still thinking about the distance?
Think about it, you and your original intention
will be the closest
Yes, miles from afar
It has been included in the file that I did not meet with
It has become a fate that has been involved and far away
And after all, it is a star that shines on life
I know, you and I
There is no downplay of the star of destiny overhead
At that reunion party after a long absence
Who proposed, drunk for the railroad soldiers
However, none of us were drunk
Drunk are tears-
That's good, that heroic song
We haven't forgotten yet
Put on your back and carry your gun
We want to go where the motherland needs it most......
Nine
Yes, I know
History marches bravely because it is ancient
Youth passes through the wind and rain and becomes the annual ring
The path goes through choice and into eternity
We've planted it in this area
We're part of this trip
There's always bagpipes and wheels in your ears
This is the epilogue that never ends
We are forever railroad soldiers
Extension of Ichijo Oji——
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