You walk......

Text# Who unravels the sinking boat

(March 17, 1998)

Our ancestors have gone through many generations and have not walked on the road.

You are the leader of the group, and you are taking the path you have created.

Leading your hundreds, thousands of husbands, thousands of people, millions of heroes, forty thousand compatriots,

700 million people......

You walked, digging the coal seam from Anyuan and coming out,

Straighten the spine that was bent into a plough bow,

With the flint you found in the Beijing Library,

On the paper that ignites the morning star,

leading a great group of pioneers to walk,

You're at the head of the line.

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You walk, you walk, you sing the rooster in the white voice of the world,

Arouse millions of workers and peasants to walk together.

From south to north, from east to west, from youth to youth, from prime to middle-aged,

Look at Wuling at the thin waves, and look at Wumeng at the mud pills,

You are walking, leading your comrades to walk,

Walking among the peaks of the mountains like the sea, walking under the bloody sun,

I don't want the bird to crumble, I don't want the horn to swallow.

You have gone through twists and turns, walked through ditches and bumps, walked through years and months,

Treat the snow that flies for thousands of miles as dust, and wave a thousand sticks to clarify Yuyu,

You go towards a thousand miles of ice,

In order to make Kunlun collapse cliff, you lean on the sky to draw the sword,

Gather the spirit of 40,000,000 suffering compatriots, and make the general trend of half a century move,

turned into a spring thunder, split the dark clouds and saw the blue sky,

The scorching sun, finally together with New China, stood on the top floor!

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You walk, leading a large group of comrades, walking, walking on the road,

Walk on the path that you have found after wiping away your blood and tears.

The former way was crooked, like a serpent, silent, haunting, biting

I can't find its seven inches, life.

The way is not domesticated, not juggled,

Nor is that way conquerable, nor can it be strangled.

It is you who have helped the old China out of the countryside on the road that has been lying for thousands of years.

Along the mountain of Jinggang Mountain, slowly erected,

Arduously expanding forward, tenaciously widening left and right,

How many martyrs rushed away that road with their blood,

How many comrades built that road with iron bones,

You're leading more and more people up.

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The road is long, and the people on the road you have opened up are like water, and they gather:

Dots, drips, murmurs, trickles, trickles, gurgling,

Convergence into the tide, the tide of China,

You drive the tide and rush on the crest of the waves.

Sew the wind from all sides into an octagonal hat,

Extract the tenacity of the Great Wall to make a belt,

Treat rain, snow and frost as millet,

Take the rib that is less than the one of the wife's for a rifle,

Along the path you guided, hundreds of people, thousands of people, millions of heroes,

Impacting the old world, the Yama Palace, the Senluo Palace, and the Demon Cave......

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You walked, you ran, rushed, braved enemy fire,

Sometimes, the road turns back or even breaks,

You will look for it again, create it again, take a long march of thousands of miles, and do not hesitate to cross the Chishui four times.

Pave the road on the turbulent waves, chase and block the middle open road, build the road on the cliffs,

The iron cable on the Luding Bridge has become a road, and the snow-capped mountain grassland is also a road

The road you guided, from Jing Gangshan to Rui Jin, from Zunyi to Yan An,

From Yan'an to Beijing, from Beijing to the world,

The enemy's encirclement, pursuit, interception, and cutting continued, and the Japanese invaders' pillboxes were constantly cut.

Eight million puppet armies are constantly being cut, and the imperialist powers can't stop it...

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The path you guide leads to light, to peace, to truth, goodness and beauty.

The boats you commanded were like shuttles, weaving the road across the Yangtze River,

The road runs through the north and south of the river, and the road is paved with the land of China.

The 400 million Chinese people have woken up from their sleeping nightmares and have a smooth road.

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Running around on the liberated land,

You have led us as new masters, and we are moving towards brighter and more brilliant.

The giant arm rises, and you drop your hat with a wave of your hand,

Pull up the dragon head of the Great Wall of China,

Let the cable of the Yellow River plunge deep into your shoulder,

Thou hast beaten the drums of the earth with a pair of big feet, leading a large group of veterans in the bush,

Pulling the barge of the Chinese ship that has been stranded for too long,

Out of poverty, through humility, to the sea of hope for prosperity,

When you hit the water in the middle stream, why not be afraid of the waves to curb the flying boat?

You are always red-faced, and your majestic body is at the forefront.

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You walk, from a young man to a frosty hair,

You keep looking and you keep going, you keep going, you keep running,

Bitmap is really heroic, hard, heroic,

He also carried the backpack in China and shouldered the burden of the whole people of China.

It's time for you to rest,

Rest, enjoy the plum blossoms, whisk the willows,

Wash away the weariness with the water of the well you have dug yourself,

If there is love in the sky, the sky will be old, and the right way in the world is the vicissitudes of life

How many vicissitudes you have experienced, after more than half a century of ups and downs,

You have finally crossed the shore and reached the end of your body,

You really didn't move, you really stopped,

Once stopped, it is forever.

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Stop, do you want to erect the stone wall of the Xijiang River and look at Wushan**?

Or do you want to stand at the head of Orange Island and watch the mountains and forests dyed red?

But seeing Jiaoyang He Jiaojiao, and the bright moon He surging,

Your relics moored in the crystal coffin will always shine in our hearts

The sun and the moon and the moon, but see the Monument to the People's Heroes,

This Chinese nation's big finger has been in front of you for a long time.

Year after year, but see the incense mountain fiery red, like a pillar of high incense, sacrifice in front of your mule.

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You also cultivate the Dao, and you cultivate the Dao, the Great Dao, the Heavenly Dao...

Your path has been deep, your merits have been perfected, you are enlightened and ascending,

Chang'e Shu Guang sleeves in the moon, and Wu Gang held out osmanthus wine.

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I look up to you, from the boy to the man with the eyebrows,

You've been walking in the depths of my heart,

Walk before me, and lead me to you day by day,

You only use your spirit to fly the clouds, but you display your relics in the memorial hall.

Bitmap** Memorial Hall is the most sorrowful heart of the Chinese nation.

Lie here!

Your soul comes out of the shell and is attached to the great flag of China,

Flying high a great spirit, a great hope,

Looking at the descendants of the three ** treasures left behind,

Towards your proposed future, walking, walking......

Walking, walking......

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Postscript [What Shen Zhou Said]:

Compared to his greatness, the sinking boat is only inked on the sea, and it does not show any color. It's not self-humility, I really think so. The old brother should feel the same way.

The more accurate, more stable and bigger steps, we walk better. Don't forget the draft, and be grateful when you walk.

"Xiaoli: You walked, you didn't look back, you took your relatives, you walked vigorously, you forgot about the dangerous beach, forgot the dregs, and walked without looking back! I appreciate my friend's poems, with personality, depth, and courage! Recommended reading!" Who Xie Shenzhou replied to Xiaoli: I am losing these things you mentioned.

You come to see me, but I have to turn off the computer, the computer belongs to the company, and I am even more, the rest of the real self, to dream of the day and night when I write - the sun is without you, I can only sleep.

In the evening you slept, I stood in the cold wind, I cried for you, the mountains on the horizon closed the heavens and the earth, you were lonely, you fell into the blood in a coma, you said goodbye to the poor sun, the color of your ups and downs, the fragrance you dodged, the jar of the night lowered the lid and smothered you in it—this is not your end, absolutely not

The tiles, shoveling through the surface of life, the wrinkled scalp on the forehead, jumping out of circle after circle, and finally sinking in the last circle, and the circle, expanding behind you, until the flow of life, on time, will be smoothed again, go by water, no one will try to erase you

Dayu's lantern crashed in the West Mountain, the blood flowed all over the sky, the sun went out, the night was long, we breathed in the coal seam, the old world hemoptysis, a god who loves to eat red peppers, tasted the spicy, he used his full enthusiasm, rubbed out the spark, picked up, ignited the snoring and dreams, and swept towards the sun

This bottle of residual wine is poured on you.The moon is drunk and swaying with tears at the bottom of the cup.The undrunk, the intoxication in the stomach.It's all you.Teardrops, soaked in a thick foolishness.Beside you, the love in the waste paper pocket.Give it back to me!Give it back to me--The moon gives me cold.You keep me warm