Mei Zixiang guide:
When I am old, when I talk about the past, it is a few decades ago - China Railway 17th Bureau held a news reporting class, and I was invited to give a lecture. I was contacted by a grassroots project statistician, Zhang Tianguo, who loves writing. Later, because of his writing and publishing works, he was discovered by the company's leaders, and he was transferred from the grassroots to the agency to engage in news reporting, and wrote a lifetime of poetry. Some people say that he is a "poet idiot", and I think so.
As a statistician, he was considered a "fat shortage" with real power in the construction team at that time, which was enviable and respected by the employees. But he wanted to write, to write reports, to be a poet - it is said that poets are synonymous with poverty, not because of a "stupid" word.
In 2019, Heavenly Kingdom fell ill and underwent major surgery, but during his illness, it was the year when he produced the most poetry. During this period, I also published a collection of poems, such as "Love Hurts When Love Is Deep," "Flowing Ink," and "Scenery on the Wings"; and the Chongqing Writers' Association, Chongqing Evening News, and Chongqing Repertory Theatre jointly held a special poetry recital for Zhang Tianguo at the construction site. He has also won more than a dozen awards such as the 7th China Long Poetry Best Text Award, the 3rd Rushing Literature Award, and the first prize of the "Democratic League" Cup National Poetry Competition, among which two poetry collections have won the Key Works Support Award of the Propaganda Department of the Chongqing Municipal Party Committee and the Chongqing Writers Association. In 2014, he was selected by the Chongqing Writers Association to study at the Lu Xun Academy of Literature, known as the "Whampoa of Literature", and joined the China Writers Association as the vice president of the Chongqing New Poetry Society.
He used poetry as medicine to heal his body and mind, establish his life in life, and change his life against the sky, and created his own miracle.
A junior high school graduate, from a company soldier, to a statistician of the enterprise construction team, to the company's propaganda minister, the secretary general of the party committee and the head of the office of the group company, the effort and experience are unimaginable to others. In his early years, he worked in the construction line for 8 years as a concrete worker, rebar worker, scaffolding worker and other heavy manual work. This ordinary, busy and rugged road of life was walked through with strict self-discipline and continuous self-study, and he used literature to pave a literary path for himself. During his 16 years as a propaganda minister, he wrote and published a large number of reportage, newsletters, messages and other works. His news works have a strong literary nature, interesting and readable, in the evaluation of China Railway Construction propaganda and reporting work, the individual and the unit are in the forefront of the system, and the individual won the title of "Railway Construction Master" of the joint-stock company. What is commendable is that while completing the heavy news reporting work, he insisted on poetry creation, and was an excellent author of the supplement of "China Railway Construction News".
Military poems, iron construction poems, and family poems are the main sources of poetry works in the kingdom of heaven, which have life, details, and down-to-earthness, and can produce the effect of resonance at the same frequency when reading. The characters and scenes in the poem are all familiar to us. His poems are novel in imagery, clever in language, and full of tension.
If there is a pay, there must be a gain. He has published 5 reportages and 4 poetry collections, with nearly 4 million words. This is the fruit of the "foolishness" that does not change, and it is also the successful practice of changing one's life against the sky.
I invited Heaven to give me a group of poems, and he sent me many of them, and I chose to send him a long poem "Walking on the Road Without a Road", which is not only a portrayal of his individual life trajectory, but also a condensation of the railway soldiers and the employees and history of China Railway Construction. Family affection, comradeship, hometown affection, patriotism...... "walking on the road without a road" is the most simple and noble tribute. From now on, I will praise the people who built the railroad with this golden phrase.
Many people may not have the patience to read this long poem, but think about how the kingdom of heaven, which is over half a hundred years old, has so much passion to create this magnificent long song? The word "idiot" is the answer! I wish the kingdom of heaven not only poetry and distance, but also a healthy body and a happy retirement life.
Walking on a road without a road
Zhang Tianguo
Inscription: This set of autobiographical poems is not only a self-portrait dedicated to himself, but also a three-dimensional description of the Chinese railway builders who have dedicated their lives to the railway construction of the Republic. Everyone in this team can find their own tired figure and mental journey in it.
Chapter 1: Prologue
A morning fog can't stop a dream morning
Ignorant you, from the depths of the eastern Sichuan hills
Break into the barracks of the railroad soldiers
You don't know, from now on, there is one
A journey of life condensed with steel
Lifelong migration in the distant mountains and rivers
A pair of iron feet, with countless comrades-in-arms
Dancing eight thousand miles to the clouds and the moon
All the way to the mountain, the horn shook the sky, and stepped out of the Pingchuan
All the way the sound of rivers and waves through the sky, flying thousands of miles of rainbows
All the way to the end of the world, the youth sang and walked the world, stirring the Kyushu Avenue
Traveling all the way to other places, sending lovesickness from afar
Step on the sonorous melody of steel for the rest of your life
On the road where there is no road, run all the way
Chapter 2: Farewell to the homeland
That morning when the dawn was long overdue
It's time to say goodbye to the morning of the bamboo forest bird's nest
I have to say goodbye to the morning of the round road stone mill
Say goodbye to the morning of the basket
I have to say goodbye to the morning of the woods and forests
Say goodbye to the morning when the book is on the back
It's about to say goodbye to the morning of the old well of the paulownia tree
A tweeter in the bamboo forest at the entrance of the village
Calling out the title of your book with passion
You don't have time to wipe off your sweat
Throw down the patches of flowering cloth
Grinning and putting on a fat military uniform
The front of the water tank is righted the military cap without a cockade
Began a lifetime of ups and downs
The gong and drum of the militia company commander sounded
The big red flower on his chest couldn't help but be overjoyed when he heard it
Father pats you on the shoulder and admonishes you repeatedly
We must take the right path, do the right thing, and be a righteous person
The mother rubbed the mud with tears
Slip it into your brand new green satchel
If you are not accustomed to water and soil, soak in water and drink
When you are out and about, walk carefully
Look up at the sky and don't forget to look down at the road
When something good happens, don't be greedy
Gongs and drums beat open the crowded villagers at the entrance of the village
You step on the slate to the stumbling beat of the drum
Rush to the noisy farewell venue of the commune
Since then, the hometown of 18 years of trouble
It has become a dream that haunts you all your life
Chapter 3 On the way to the recruit company
The Liberation caravan bumps on the gravel road
Dancing the hearts of eighteen-year-olds
A pair of eyes flashed with simple curiosity
The cockade of the platoon commander of the recruit company shone brightly
Fantasize about yourself as a queue leader
Twitter, get to the bottom of it
What kind of people are the railroad soldiers?
At the ends of the earth, on the Gobi Plateau
Outside the border gate, in the deep mountains and old forests
Any road without a road
There are figures of them crossing mountains and mountains
The platoon commander can't solve your doubts
You can only follow the directions of the geography textbook
Imagine what it will be like on the road in the future
Chapter 4 Recruit Company Learning to Walk
The liberation vehicle excitedly drove into the recruit barracks
Use a backpack with five flowers as a stool
Countless of you spread out the playground
In the sea of green, the voice of passwords
Company commanders, platoon commanders, and squad leaders are out of the ranks
Each took his own pawn
At your first life station
He has a new title, called Recruit
has a new partner, called a comrade-in-arms
No politeness, call the old card
Or scolded as a recruit egg
The embryo begins to be polished into shape
Gather and stand in line, stand up and take a break
Align to the left, align to the right
One-two-one, left and right
Urgent gathering, long-distance training
Eighteen years of free wandering
It is drawn into a vertical and horizontal line by the password
Standing like a loose seat, like a clock, walking like the wind
Forge your youth into a good soldier
When adorned with a collar badge on the first day
You walked into the photo studio, and you were in a good position
Half-body, full-body, black and white standard portrait
Freezes the first moment of being a warrior
When sending this moment to parents
In your dream, you see the smiling shadow that your mother hands to your neighbor
The stuffy tank army is lined up at the Dazhou railway station in eastern Sichuan
The whistle sounded the march towards the plateau
You don't know where the distance is
I only know that my hometown is getting farther and farther away, and the front is getting newer and newer
You tear your young throat open
Echo of "Railway Soldiers in the Quartet".
Echoing the sonorous rhythm of the rails
This is the drumbeat for you and your comrades
From Bashan Shushui all the way to Kunlun
From now on, you will spend your whole life
Measure the journey of thousands of mountains and rivers
Chapter 5: Youth and the Plateau Dialogue
West to west, up to up
Seven days and seven nights, with dreams
Climb to the majestic Tibetan Plateau
The snow wind clanged and opened the stuffy tank military column
Kunlun Mountain opened the door of ice and snow and shouted to me
Every snowflake here is your loved one
You plunged headlong into the windswept sand of Golmud
Place a green elevation and flock to the Gobi
Flock to the barracks made of wheat straw sand
Another stop in your life
Become a new star in the blue sky
Here, March is nowhere to be found
I can't see the scenery of peach and plum drunk tourists
I don't hear the birdsong that jumps over the treetops
Because of the lack of oxygen, singing here can only be shallow and low
Only the sharp wind blade rushed wildly on the vast Gobi
Pebbles whizz on the salt flats
The bald branches of the camel's thorns are whizzing
There are also goshawks flying over Kunlun
A red nosebleed, looking for it in the tunnel
Look for the highland's stingy oxygen
Peeling cheeks, looking for on the roadbed
Look for the ruddy glow of the highland's youth
Wandering dance steps, looking in the frozen ground
Look for support for thin oxygen
You look up at the goshawks soaring in the wind and sand
In a dream, I started my first remote dream
Think of the sound of gongs and drums at the entrance of the village
Thinking of my father's advice
Thinking of my mother's tearful mud
Think of the barracks where recruits are trained
Think of the bullet holes in the battle flag of the company's honor room
Think of the artillery fire of the Korean battlefield to repair the line
I think of the saline ground where I wear my big shoes
Imagine the drill pipe that drills Kunlun brightly
Thinking about the choked up of the old squad leader at the shift meeting before he was discharged
"Camel Bell" accompanied by the wind
Think of a group photo with Kunlun as the background
Suddenly you understand what it is
It's all because you're an iron-clad soldier
Grab the air gun and run towards the mouth of the tunnel
Chisel your first whistling on the plateau
You know, the opposite side of the palm face
It is the Kunlun Pass of thousands of years of ice and snow
It's the Tanggula who walks like cotton
It is the fragrant butter tea of the Potala Palace
It is the palace temple where Princess Wencheng shed tears
The air gun has cracked the jaws of your young tiger
The blood of magma
Glues your heart to the point of breaking down
You say, every time the cannon explodes
It's all a declaration of war against distant barriers
Every inch of footage
It's all about digging an inch of tomorrow's light
Eliminate every piece of dangerous rock
It's all a terrifying expedition on the road
When you walk out of the tunnel, your eyes are suddenly bright
The plateau spring is so cool and beautiful
The snow water gurgling down from Kunlun
The soldiers on Qaidam were fed so verdantly
White clouds on the saline ground shrouded the felt bags
The auspicious clouds on the Tibetan girl's face were purple and red
Wield a leather whip to drive away the flock of sheep that are flowing in the white clouds
Thousands of pigtails whip the clouds
Fluttering multicolored skirts, will be gray Gobi
Paint into a vast color
There is also the green grass swimming in the roadbed
The rail row is being pushed towards the South Mountain Pass
The whistle that followed
Wake up the tent on the Gobi gently
You are standing on the plateau, and the green elevation is so handsome
You stand in the salt lake, arms outstretched
Place the steel rainbow gently on the surface of the lake
Sweat drips into the lake, and the shade of the lake water is just right
A crystal clearer gaze than a grain of salt
The blue waves that ripple in my heart are sparkling like silk
You carry the majestic crystals of a lake on your back
Shines out of the plateau's achievements in reaching the world
Since then, you and countless comrades-in-arms
A green storm that never stops
swept every inch of desolation under the flowing clouds
I have changed the dark brown skin of the plateau
You say, "You are a soldier."
An iron soldier whose backbone is harder than steel
Chapter 6 Farewell to the Military Flag
January 1, 1984
The wake up number that has been loud for decades
The last time I woke up the morning that was still continuing my dream
A million disarmament, a clarion call sounded the barracks
The laughter and tears in front of the military flag were soaked
Every look in the green square in the compound
Jin Ge Iron Horse temporarily died down
Silence under the fluttering military flag
The tight neck buckle can't hold the sigh of farewell
Blurred eyes staring at the flag
The color of youthful blood
That is the eternal soul of a soldier
向前 向前 向前 向前
Our team is like the sun
The final military salute was accompanied by a military song
It sounded in solemnity
Trembling hands, gently plucked
The cockade and collar badge still sparkling
Miserly tears
It flows from the copper-colored cheeks to the chest
The sand dripped from the chest, and the eyes were muddy
Farewell, Holy Banner
Farewell, green barracks
Farewell, furnace railroad soldiers
Farewell, briquette-baked Chase shop
But you're still a soldier
The journey of a warrior's life continues
Chapter 7: The Undispersed Soul of the Army
You and your comrades
Paint the emerald green into the color of the sea and the sky
Continue to walk in military steps
Walking on a road without a road
When the barbarian border, thousands of miles of jungle
When the blue sky Shu Road, lost the road signs
When the Yellow River trumpet, it was frightened again
When the spring breeze outside the plug, do not spend the jade door
When the city is rural, different sounds
You will be in the footsteps of a soldier
It was handed over to the endless mountains
You say, on the skin of the Motherland
Although there is no smoke of gunpowder
Straw sandals that sleep in life
No longer charges into battle
But we can't rely on lanterns and torches again
Look for the tower lamp of victory among the thorns
The epic that has been run over by artillery fire is catchy though
But we must not forget that the years are on the run
The vicissitudes of life left behind
permafrost and scarce oxygen
The dust can't seal the vivid memory of the martyrs' cemetery
The name is engraved in stone and buried in the earth
Leave only the name that is still eye-catching
The path of the predecessors has been completed
Old comrades-in-arms have calloused shoulders
No more heavy whistling
They live the lobes of the lungs
It has been smoked into a specimen
Responsibility passed down from generation to generation
It should soar under our feet
The military soul smelted by hammer and steel brazing mountain cannon
has been soaked into your bone marrow
So, you put on your faded military uniform
and brand new road uniforms
On the road where there is no road, keep going
Iron battalions and flowing soldiers
Where you're going, no one can tell
Maybe you're going to a canyon in the south
You said that there, there are villagers living in cottages
Tell them by the way that leads to the world
There is heaven beyond the sky, and there is a city in the distance
You may have gone to a certain beach
The surging waves blocked the sound of the Silk Road
You stretch out your arms and build a rainbow to the docks
The undersea tunnel is fully loaded with Made in China
Across the vast ocean, arrive at the friends and neighbors of all nations
Maybe you went to the earthquake monument in Kunlun
I heard the steel wheel that abruptly stopped rubbing
Witnessed the piety of the Potala Palace
Picked the snow lotus that blooms in the cold of the Tianshan Mountains
Anyway, you're on the Chinese map
All on the road without a road
In every famous and unknown corner of thousands of mountains and rivers
All left behind a sweaty back
Your roadbed is as solid as a solid back
Burned, all the mountains hovering steeply
Swallow all loneliness, and the valley is no longer lonely
All desolation has been greened, and the Gobi is no longer desolate
All loneliness is stored, and the village is no longer lonely
All the bumps have been leveled, and the road is no longer rough
On the road without a road, you are the walking road god
Chapter 8 The care of parents is as long as the road
At that moment, you couldn't help but be happy when you put on your military uniform
At that moment, say goodbye to innocence at the entrance of the parting village
In my father's vague memory, you were in the army
Father of elementary school culture, on the envelope
Write the number of the railroad soldier crookedly
One by one from Bashan Shushui
Caught up with the dust raised by the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau
Where the railroad was built, how fast the train went
My mother also asked, have you grown taller and fatter?
Can you sleep without oxygen on the plateau
After drinking the water soaked in mud, do you still have stomach trouble?
Reading the letter in the middle of the night, you and the starlight in the mountains
Tears welled up
Until you put the time
It is painted in the color of the plateau
Eight-penny-driven messenger
I will hear back from you
You step on the sleeper, on the keys
Played the silent folk note
A home that can't be returned, a person who can't be seen
In this life, loneliness and loneliness go hand in hand
You know
The Qinghai-Tibet Plateau connected from heaven and earth
Far away to Qingtian Shu Road
From the parallel shiny steel avenue
To the tenacity of the hometown of nine bends and eighteen bends
You also know
Parents look forward to the good news, and they need to climb mountains and mountains day after day
You know better
There are innumerable sons in the world
I can't travel home to visit my family in a day
On the border of the motherland, there are countless mothers
On the road where there is no road, stumbling and walking
The distance of the mountains and mountains has blocked the deep love between tens of millions of mothers and sons
Until you're on the palm side
Received a telegram that my father was dying of illness and was returning soon
Fang put down the iron pickaxe and returned in tears
On a pile of fresh loess, burn paper kowtow
Paper dust flies, obscuring the dusk
Before he could accompany his mother to heal his wounds
opened the mountain cannon and blew up the return date on the leave slip
You hide your pain
and gave his footsteps to the distant journey
Chapter 9 The Love Condensed by Reinforced Concrete
Rebar, stone, cement, different elements
Once there is the addition of water
It became a new lifeform
Either it's the bridge that connects the mountains and valleys
Either through the hardness of the dark rocks
Water gushing, basalt, gas, coal seams
Bow down to you
I didn't forget about love because I was busy
I remembered the look I had when I put on a hard hat
took out her work card and showed her identity to the girl
Railroad workers are four hard state square words
The hidden autumn waves will be suddenly excavated
A love poem paved with sleepers
Recited the sun, moon and stars of your life
The love of China Railway Construction people
It's like a spiral spike on a track bed
Wedge sweet words into the sleepers
You anchor every vow
Let the heart of Mercedes be dizzy in the dream of midnight in the distance
Because there is a way to join
Your love has the reputation of being far away
You say that love in the city is easy to pollute
Your love is ethereal because of the mountains and rivers
Solid because of the roadbed
It is new because of the region
Because of the charm of looking at it from afar
All the days on the road are engraved with acacia
How long the road is, how strong the love is
You also said that your love gathers less and separates more
Gypsies are generally wandering days
You can't take your lover to the ends of the world
It's hard to answer in my life, half a sentence in my lover's dream
When you're on the shore of the sea, you're shirtless and surfing
Your love is leaning on the door in your distant hometown
When you are in the desert sand nest to escape the wind
Your love is groaning in the distant delivery room
When you are deep in the mountains and infused with youth
Your love is rebuilding an old house in a distant hometown
When you are on the shore of the Yellow River, spread a rainbow
Your love is supporting your parents in a distant hometown
When you are paving the road to heaven on the Tibetan Plateau
Your love is praying for peace in your distant homeland
When you are in Bashan, when you are fighting at night in the rain and lights
Your love is listening to the rain in your distant hometown
There is no end to the longing, once it comes
Passion is like a blowout, all care
All burned to ashes by the flame of love
Love debts, tear debts, endless complaints
The unstoppable gate of a thousand miles
On the platform, away from others, the morning light illuminates the whistle
Behind her lover, her daughter half-concealed her strangeness
The back, whistling away
On the platform, the empty stream is the closest stranger
Chapter 10: A Strange Father and a Strange Child
You are in the snowflakes fluttering in the north
accurately calculated the birth of a son
Because of the sudden order of winter construction
The roar of the rollers blocks your return
In the layers of crushing, you hear it in a trance
A distant wife on the delivery bed
Wave after wave of painful screams
You have a million irresistible reasons
also lost the first cry of his son's report forever
Since then, the strangeness of father and son has begun
You say, for two reasons
In order to break a few taels of silver, it is more unhindered to the passage of the world
When you're done laying the last sleeper
Take the green train and bring it all the way back
The calloused hands that grabbed the rails
The innocence of lifting the son from his wife's arms
A beard full of wind and dust, splitting his head and covering his face
The vastness of the steppe, the desolation of the desert
The roughness of the mountains, the rushing of the rivers
poured on his son's satin face
A dissatisfied son who is already a stranger
There was a sense of resentment, and the cry suddenly began
Tofu's brain-like milk spreads all over your clothes
The tears of the wife and the beating of the mother
Get you out of the way
The dust on the face that has not receded
Joy and guilt, simple and pleasant
You made a promise to your son
To put on the road every day
all fill every footprint of my son's growth
You carry promises that you will never keep
As always, the promise was fulfilled to the fateful deadline
A year, two years, maybe longer, home
Face the son who calls your uncle
You don't complain
Just bow your head and silently repeat the ingredients of the promise
All your life you look up to the mountains
At that moment, I could only bow my head and introspect
Return ticket, looked and looked
The endless call of the distant mountains
On the platform, his son's footsteps were crooked
All promises are lies
Wind and frost and scorching sun, wandering
Parting and reuniting, guilty and sad
Staggered across your forehead
The strange father looks at the strange son
It is all family affection that the railway builders cannot choose
Chapter 11 Epilogue
The years have blurred your eyes
The snow on the plateau bleached and dyed your hair
Exiled for the rest of your life
Looking back, there are thousands of roads
Love is deserted, and the wife is old
The beloved son has just grown up, and he is a passerby
The road without the road is still on the road
About author:Zhang Tianguo, enlisted in the army in November 1980, successively served in the 31st Regiment of the Seventh Division of the Railway Corps and the Shijiazhuang Railway Corps Engineering College. In 1984, he was collectively restructured and successively served as the Propaganda Minister, Secretary General of the Party Committee and the Deputy Director of the Office of the China Railway 23rd Bureau Group Company in the Fourth Company of China Railway 17th Bureau Group.
He is a member of the Chinese Writers Association, a member of the Chinese Poetry Society, a member of the Chinese Reportage Society, a student of the 24th Writers' Advanced Research Class of the Lu Xun Academy of Literature, a researcher of the Bayu Cultural Research Institute, a researcher of the Three Gorges Cultural Research Institute of Chongqing University, a member of the National Committee of the Chongqing Writers Association, and a vice president of the Chongqing New Poetry Society. He has published more than 1,000 reportages, poems, essays, and reviews in more than 20 newspapers and periodicals such as "People's Daily", "Poetry Magazine", "Chinese Writers", "Stars", "Selected Poems", "Beijing Literature", "Feitian", etc., and has been selected into more than 20 anthologies such as "Selected Chinese Poetry" and "One Hundred Years of Chinese Poetry" of the China Writers Association; The first prize of the Gujing Gongmin League Cup National Poetry Competition, and the second prize of the National Poetry Competition "Praise the Motherland, Poetry Rhyme Village" jointly organized by the Ministry of Agriculture and Rural Affairs, Rural Magazine, Poetry Magazine and China Poetry Network. In January 2016, the Chongqing Writers Association, Chongqing Evening News, China Railway 17th Bureau Group and Chongqing Repertory Theatre hosted Zhang Tianguo's special poetry recital, published 5 reportages and 4 poetry collections, nearly 4 million words.
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