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- Author: Zheng Xiaoqiong
- Time: 2025-04-07
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Nails
Zheng Xiaoqiong
How much love, how much pain, how many iron nails
Pin me to the machine
Blueprints and orders. The dewdrops in the morning, the blood at noon,
Require an iron nail. Nail up the overtime work, occupational diseases, and inexplicable sorrows,
Pin the days of migrant workers to the clusters of buildings,
Lay out the luck and misfortune of an era.
Pin me to the machine
Blueprints and orders. The dewdrops in the morning, the blood at noon,
Require an iron nail. Nail up the overtime work, occupational diseases, and inexplicable sorrows,
Pin the days of migrant workers to the clusters of buildings,
Lay out the luck and misfortune of an era.
How many tired shadows flickering in the dim lights,
How many thin and weak migrant girls' smiles in their numbness.
Their love and memories are like the moss under the greenery,
Quiet and fragile.
How many silent nails penetrate their calm bodies,
The kindness and purity flowing in their ages are separated by profits.
Unpaid wages, labor laws, homesickness, and an inexplicable love.
How many thin and weak migrant girls' smiles in their numbness.
Their love and memories are like the moss under the greenery,
Quiet and fragile.
How many silent nails penetrate their calm bodies,
The kindness and purity flowing in their ages are separated by profits.
Unpaid wages, labor laws, homesickness, and an inexplicable love.
But on the blue assembly line, the card seats hanging there,
The moment when a painless nail stays.
Autumn is passing by outside the window,
Someone is living by relying on it.
The moment when a painless nail stays.
Autumn is passing by outside the window,
Someone is living by relying on it.