Ten poems
Li Wubing
To the Mountain Eagle
A storm roars in life
A torturous force that eats the heart and bones
The soul was young, and the impact was sharp and violent
I like to welcome the baptism of wind and rain
There were a few wisps of eyes lost in longing
Adversity forces the will of the bones to replenish calcium
Look for the light in the night
Even on a lonely rock
The iron claws pierced into the cracks in the stone and oozed blood
The cold rain beat the dark shadows of the thorns
The feathers on the wings are heavier than in the night
The mountain wind penetrates the ribs
But it can't shake your determination
After the rain, the eagle's soul stood still
The wind and rain in the mountains will also be taken away
Fallen leaves and water stains left on the cliff
The soul stands on high ground
See the light of early awakening earlier
When the sun dwells in your heart
The cliff that was once entangled in rain and mist
A dazzling landscape has been born
The feathers that were drenched last night are dry
You can summon the sunshine of the empty heart
No one can steal you
The colorful glow spread in the heart
Night slips off the fluttering wing feathers
The dawn before me is extraordinarily magnificent
When you fly, you aim to be in the clouds
The sun in my heart will not be lost
Last night, you digested the confusion on the cliff
Let it become nourishment in the blood
into a lifetime of wealth
The eagle soars in the sky and looks back at the cliffs
Scratching the stone to leave marks, the faith engraved by the iron claws
Already burned into a torch in life
Illuminate the mountains and rivers in your view
Let the soul of the soldier who lives in his heart sow the sunshine
- Never say never
Smoke on the raft
The flood came, and the waves roared
Lift our rafts up the stacks
How high are the waves, how high is the raft -
A cloud tuck under his arm
Wait for the angry waves to put the raft -
Bury our rafts in the ravines
Seeing an opportunity, I struck a match
Hurriedly lit firewood on the raft
The firewood burns up, beep and beep
Set up a pot and boil a river of boiling life
The wind is still so wild, and the waves are still so bad
But the firewood burned leisurely......
Amazing waterfowl frolicking in the waves
The angry Jiang Tao was helpless
- Another storm in the midst of the struggle
In the dangerous gorge, it is crowded with waves and mountains
Steady the long oar, I pry the waves
The bouncing raft shot through the whirlpool
Splashing spray into the pot
The aroma of the rice melted into a piece of joy again......
It's just that in the laughter, the cloud didn't stop
Smoke in a wisp - leisurely and swaying
The raft is out of the gorge, pulling a river log
There is smoke in the gorge, and heroic hymns are still being sung......
I miss the snow of my hometown
In the hometown, this snow
One after another
Ignorance Fatigue
Very patiently fluttering
Cleansing one by one
The Heavenly Maiden sprinkled the sky with jade butterflies
A garment adorned with dreams
Make a white delivery bed
Welcome the birth of spring
Really, this snow
It makes me feel a deep sense of artistic conception
Spring is indeed not too far away
She was already walking on the plum branches
Flower bones quietly
Open shy red lips
The bitterness of the heart, painfully
Sitting fetus, as a result
Wait for the delivery
I am persistent, with life
Trek with your own chest
Yoshihisa, Yoshihisa
I can finally smile
Listen to spring
Foottones from my hometown
At the moment, the snow is cold and the weather is cold
Heartwarming is hometown
- I hear
Outside the faint sound of snow
Spring is like a lamb
Baating calls
Stirring
Border pass expression
Stand outside of the mother's field of vision
My innocence still cries and laughs
The age of a dewdrop
At the border pass, the first night sentry
There was a gun against my waist
Life ripens straight
Youthful, majestic and agitated
Responsibility comes into feeling with the weight of a mountain
I know how to think about those who fall asleep in the night
The value of a flower and a grass
Catch a glimpse of the flowing bath, the gunshots, and the moonlight of the mountains
These things were not woven in the past
Wisps of silvery white
At the moment, it is like writing the name of China
I know that a baby's cry is important
A girl's ballad is important
The national border is the history, glory and dignity of the nation
A handful of loess is also the gold and life in my heart
I always feel that there is an unforgettable love
Approaching the morning sun
Red in my blood
Breed, grow, be strong
Dawn, in the dawn of my mother's gaze
There will be a son's army green
Write about the scenery of the border pass
匍匐
A rain of shells forcibly occupied the transparent hollow
The tranquil wilderness was stirred up with gunsmoke
Shrapnel is like a plow, arching and encroaching recklessly
The blockade is like scorched soil
Had to crawl
Had to crawl into the shape of a lizard
(There are a lot of snake-like ghosts in the South.)
Girls often scream and be scared when they see it)
The war forced me not to stand upright here
Rub the earth with your back to the sky and your belly
Use only the push on the side of your feet
Faith and will become powerful
The limbs are surprisingly agile
The palms of the hands grinded out blood and dust stuck together
It's a little moist
Psychology is not afraid of death
And the witty eye is always choosing the way to survive
to ensure proximity to the desired goal
The constant wriggling seems to be more like a Chinese silkworm
I want the cocoon of the victory to mature and slip round
There is only one passage and no longer planning tactical shifts
Identified crawl-climb-climb-
Even if you have a broken arm or a broken leg, you will crawl into a blood groove
Nor will it stop the hard work of the soldiers
For the sake of victory, for the early arrival of peace
I had to crawl
Had to crawl into the shape of a lizard
In the smoke of war, soldiers, soldiers
It's amazing
Alert, unable to sleep
The day followed the sun
Darkness covered the side mountains
The night was heavy
The gun was heavy
When the field of vision becomes blurred
Alertness adds weight
A bird flew up in the grass
The heart contracted into tension
The eye is quick to share the responsibility
Search for movement smartly
Nothing happened
But the strings of the nerves no longer relaxed
There's always some kind of hunch lurking
Psychology makes the night very deep
Actually, I don't want to have anything to do tonight
Let the grass fall asleep and let the mountains dream
And alertness can't sleep at all
The night on the sentry post does not grow illusions
The sun went and the night covered the side mountains
Alertness turns the eyes into the sun
Bloody, youth is mighty on the battlefield
The battle was full of energy
Timid to come near me
Always so competitive
The grenade wanted to be thrown far, and it was thrown accurately
Throw over the thatched hills
Throw through the woods where there are flying birds
It is better to throw it into an enemy fort
Blow it up
Didn't read Conroe's "Aggression and Humanity"
He was not well versed in modern behavior
Nature and instinct have not been studied
Always so competitive
The machine gun should be shouted louder than the opponent
Shoot a tiger and shoot a fire dragon in anger
Blinds the enemy's eyes
Panicked in the thunder and lightning
Always so competitive
The war came alive
inadvertently picked up a lot of aesthetic opportunities for writers
Plug the hole of the gun with your chest and roll the mine with your body without hesitation
The psychology of war is very full
When the sense of competition is strong
The power of a nation
They all roared in their veins
Strangle your opponent and then hurry
The name of the warrior became sublime
On the battlefield, it's always so competitive
I always felt that I was fierce, and I was too timid to get close to me
A soldier who is not victorious is not a good soldier
Qingming, there is always rain in the heart
It's another year of Qingming
挽着哀思看grave草青青
Even if the wind is beautiful
There's always rain on my heart
Fluttering sprinkles
Drop stop stop
Wet
Not the verses of the Tang people
It's the hometown that lays it out in my heart
The one that leads to the cemetery
Small
When tears ripple
The back of the parents
Walk around in memory
My thoughts trembled
Call on Father and Mother
I want them to turn around
Let me take another look
A smile that has been separated for many years
The kind warmth of the past
Illuminated like the sun
My dreams
Across the boundary river, in a dream
It is difficult to get close to a loved one who has passed away
There is only a heavy light of thought
It is possible to travel through time and space
It's called a long-awaited wait
Rejuvenate through spring
At this time, I felt even more guilty about my children
It is impossible to complete a piece of filial piety
Father's love, mother's love
Always like a mountain
As deep as the sea
I'd like to write a page of poetry
It becomes a cloud sent to my hometown
Fall on the graves of parents
Turn into an umbrella
Shelter them from the rain and the wind
Tell the family affection that never goes away......
I know that staring at death is a pain
But you can understand from it
How to behave
Hometown, always walking around in dreams
At that time, my hometown was in a dream
A gentle wind passed over the hillside
The leaves of the thatch shake the color of the praying mantis
Drunk and sleeping in tranquility
A few white clouds wiped the sky blue
Buffalo take a leisurely walk down the slope
It barks a few times into the distance when it is happy
The quality of moo's sound is close to the heart
A muntjac stands on the edge of the grass and pokes its brain
It makes the children in the countryside particularly curious
The mutual surprise startled the muntjac
Escaping makes it more anxious than eating grass
The fragrance of water chestnut wafts into the village from the shores of the lake
The sound of carp spawning alarms the waterfowl
The water chestnut-covered lake is like a dream
Even the slightest sound of water splashes and moves
At that time, the hometown was hidden in the poem
Let the wind be light
Keep dreams awake
The color of first love
This pavilion on the water
Already living in the heart does not leave
On the first date, I chose the scenery decorated with the water pavilion
Let the first love be as romantic and tender as water
Quaint traditions
so that love can settle in Medri
Snow has come, rain has come
The wind walked around the unwalled building
First love doesn't have to hide shyly
Or be imprisoned in each other's gaze and be happy
Chunyan whispered in her ear
is also building a nest for love
Reminiscing about the days of first love
The water pavilion is still shining brightly in my heart
There is so much sweet happiness
Like a red glow wrapped around the new green willow silk fluttering leisurely
The joy of nature is smiling in the spring breeze
The sound of flowers blooming is always heart-pounding
So the eyes are extraordinarily bright
Discover a lot of beautiful things
Those little birds flying under the blue sky and white clouds
It's like swimming into the soul and singing
First love may have tears
I am afraid of the gentle friction and collision of the heart wall
I am afraid that this kind of run-in will hurt the tender and weak shoots of love
I'm afraid that a gust of wind will blow the red scarf into the lake
Or float to the horizon, beautiful from afar
But it's hard to reach
I am afraid that the blue bird resting in the palm of my hand will suddenly fly away
I am afraid that sudden changes will tear people's hearts
It's so green and painful
But it was also willing
Whether it's tears or joy
Whether it's happiness or pain
It doesn't matter if it's flowering or fruitless
Whether naïve or impulsive
I will always jump into the river of love and swim desperately
Make your first love unforgettable
Really, first love is a festival of youth
The water pavilion in the sunset is still beautiful
I'm old, and I still remember this place vividly
- This is first love
Summary of the comments of many poets and critics on Li Wubing's poetry across the country:
1. The military soldiers have always been good at writing military poems, the tents that have been corroded by the wind and rain on the side, the guns that are deeply quiet on the sentry posts, and the souls of the soldiers in the Qingming rain...... In his writings, they have all gained fresh life. Unexpectedly, a bad luck struck, and his physical disability made him disappear from the poetry scene for 10 years. However, tribulation becomes a special weapon in life. He pondered and trekked for a long time with pain, so that he stepped into the philosophical layer of life more deeply than ordinary people, and experienced the meaning of life and survival with unforgettable bones. When he stood up and returned to the poetry scene, the pain was transformed into a very strong motivation, into a call for "life to life and love". The voice from the bottom of my heart is as hot as magma, accompanied by the roar of the quality of life, and as clear as a pool of water, accompanied by an inner sincere aesthetics.
(Former editor-in-chief of "People's Literature" Han Zuorong)
2. When you set up a biography for entrepreneurs, you pay great attention to putting them in the most difficult and heart-wrenching environment, in the joy and pain, struggle and sacrifice, closely linking their fate with the fate of the motherland, and revealing the noble sentiments that shine with communist ideology from the entrepreneurs. In this way, the characters in the pen shimmer with brilliance, and the poems also strengthen their ideological and artistic appeal.
(Editor-in-Chief of Poetry Society, Wang Yansheng)
3. The ideology and psychology of contemporary military personnel have a special trajectory, which cannot be understood by conventional logical thinking, which is revealed by Li Wubing in "Psychological Activities Have a Special Trajectory". As a soldier, on the front line, sometimes I feel pity for accidentally injuring a muntjac or a bird, but the pleasure of seeing the enemy's corpse under the mountain is intense. They will be angry because of the same lead print on the condolence letter, or when the condolence item has been withheld, but they will only silently bite their lip when they lose their hand, leg or eye in the heat of battle. This is the psychology of today's soldiers, so the author can only make such an exclamation at the end of the poem......
(Editor of Poetry Magazine, Poetry Critic Zhu Xianshu)
4. "Selected Lyrical Poems of Li Wubing" was published, with two thick volumes and a spectacular scale. This is the life sustenance and brainchild of the military soldiers, and it is also the achievement of the military soldiers and their contribution to the Chinese poetry circle.
(Professor Ran Huaizhou, Department of Literature, People's Liberation Army Academy of Arts)
Author's Profile
Li Wubing, formerly known as Li Wubin, pen name Chunhui, ancestral home in Ezhou, Hubei, born in 1947 in the suburbs of Wuhan, conscripted into the army in 1968, successively served in the Ministry of Culture of the Railway Corps, the Ministry of General Political Affairs, is a member of the Chinese Writers Association, a member of the Chinese Prose Literature Association, has published more than 1,000 poems in newspapers and periodicals such as "People's Daily", "People's Liberation Army Daily", "Guangming Daily", "Xinhua Digest", "People's Literature", "Poetry Magazine", "People's Liberation Army Literature and Art", "Yangtze River Literature and Art", and is the author of a poetry collection "March Pear Blossom Flying", "Hometown Love", "Treasure Collection" Blue Love", "Kiss of Love", "Selected Lyrical Poems of Li Wubing" (upper and lower volumes), essay collection "Sunbird", long-form documentary literature "Son of Nature", etc.
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