- Source: Internet
- Author: Xu Lizhi
- Time: 2025-04-07
- Visits: 61
I Talk about Blood
Xu Lizhi
I talk about blood out of sheer helplessness.
I also want to talk about the beautiful scenes of wind, flowers, snow and moon,
About the history of the previous dynasties, the poems in wine.
But reality forces me to talk only about blood.
I also want to talk about the beautiful scenes of wind, flowers, snow and moon,
About the history of the previous dynasties, the poems in wine.
But reality forces me to talk only about blood.
The blood originates from the matchbox-like rental house.
It is narrow and cramped here, never seeing the light of day throughout the year.
It squeezes the migrant workers, both male and female,
The fallen women, the husbands away from home,
The Sichuan guy selling spicy hot pot,
The old man from Henan setting up a street stall,
And me, who rushes about for a living during the day
And stays awake at night writing poems with open eyes.
It is narrow and cramped here, never seeing the light of day throughout the year.
It squeezes the migrant workers, both male and female,
The fallen women, the husbands away from home,
The Sichuan guy selling spicy hot pot,
The old man from Henan setting up a street stall,
And me, who rushes about for a living during the day
And stays awake at night writing poems with open eyes.
I talk to you about these people, about us,
Like 一只只 ants struggling in the quagmire of life,
Like drops of blood moving along the migrant working path,
The blood that is chased by urban management officers or crushed by the machine tables,
Scattering along the way insomnia, diseases, layoffs, suicides,
Explosive words one after another.
In the Pearl River Delta, in the belly of the motherland,
They are dissected by orders like a kaishakunin's sword.
Like 一只只 ants struggling in the quagmire of life,
Like drops of blood moving along the migrant working path,
The blood that is chased by urban management officers or crushed by the machine tables,
Scattering along the way insomnia, diseases, layoffs, suicides,
Explosive words one after another.
In the Pearl River Delta, in the belly of the motherland,
They are dissected by orders like a kaishakunin's sword.
I talk to you about all these.
Even if my voice is hoarse and my tongue is broken,
I will tear apart the silence of this era.
Even if my voice is hoarse and my tongue is broken,
I will tear apart the silence of this era.
When I talk about blood, the sky shatters.
When I talk about blood, my mouth is full of bright red.
When I talk about blood, my mouth is full of bright red.