Some people live
He's dead;
Some people died
He's alive.
Some people
Ride on the heads of the people: "Ah, how great I am!"
Lean down and be a cow and horse for the people.
Carved names into stone, wanting to be "immortal";
Willing to be a weed, waiting for the fire underground.
He lives and others cannot live;
He lives for the betterment of the majority.
Riding on the heads of the people
The people broke him;
Give the people cattle and horses
The people will always remember him!
Carved the name into the stone
Names decay earlier than corpses;
Just where the spring breeze blows
Everywhere is green weeds.
He is a man who cannot live if he lives,
His end can be seen;
He lives for the better of the majority of people,
The crowd lifted him up very high, very high.
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Editor's Whisper:
"Some People" was written by contemporary poet Zang Kejia to commemorate the thirteenth anniversary of Lu Xun's death.
The poem summarizes two kinds of people, meaning two life choices and two life destinations.
In contrast, two very different ways of life in the real world and their historical consequences are depicted.
The power of the people is enormous!
The results of history are real!
Cultural values are also the destination and choice!