The sound doesn't go on
The lights don't go out
The walls stand up and I'm standing at the bottom of a pit
Who can't see that I'm covered in mud
Look at this
The water pistol and the mud pump
are my weapons
To spray like crazy.
Playfully sucking back
On my opposite side there's nothing but rotten mud
Here
Here the sun is not easy to understand
The river stinks, and it's no fun
Even if once in a while it becomes not stinky, or less stinky
The citizens have a huge blank space on their faces
especially when walking head-on the time
How hard it is to be rich
Buying insurance, pushing buttons, flying around
Here money, luck, and strength work
Here resentment doesn't
The fences are too high, and inside it's all filth and misery
Every day, every day, nerves are stretched tight and crumbling
The center of the square and the surrounded by flowers
and grass for who knows who
every day, every day, they, like us, need to be sprinkled
Big brother, at this time of year, cheating at the window of the train station
Second brother, who just pried open the door of someone's house
Third brother, who got married a year ago, and gave birth to a black child
Fourth brother, in yonder brick house, lost his last Ten bucks
Fifth brother gets blasted out by security guards and curses and spits at them from a long way off
Sixth brother's paychecks are how many months in arrears
(this useless, ugh, honest man)?
At night they drink ......No tomorrow
The streets are getting wider and brighter
The suits are getting cheaper and cheaper, and they come with ties
That despairing, ah, stacked shelves of supermarkets
And in the corners of the grey where you turn away and don't look
The good life is like a cold wind that chases the poor
The first sister works 365 days a year
The second sister doesn't cry, even though she just lost her finger to a machine
The third sister can read and write, so what?
The fourth sister has followed a rich man and isn't doing too badly
The two youngest sisters will be left alone
One is standing across the street, wondering what to do
The other has long since lost her whereabouts
The only thing that's less rough here is the sun
Between the dormitory building and the factory building
Only the rain and the snow are less cold
Between the ruins and the construction sites
Some people sing on TV and keep
laughing and laughing and clapping
Some people laugh along as if it's funny ......
And no matter what we have to survive
Not at all Strange that this winter will be so cold
Just like our hometown, the abandoned
Endless land ......
Hammer
Black Horse
Hammer will never know gentleness
Practicing tenacity with its whole life
It tells itself. :
Good metal is hidden in
The hardest stone
Once struck, sweat flies
The mind that grips tightly chisels the sunlight
Searching becomes the ceaseless song of life
"Clang, clang, clang . ."
The most beautiful language in the hammer's life
A machine grows old
Hao Maojun
A machine grows old
It is disobedient, and it will
treat us with temperaments we are not used to
But it is innocent
But it is innocent.
But it's innocent
Just like my grandfather
Can't do a thing and is deaf, dumb and paralyzed
The anger in his eyes burns everyone
As if it's all our fault
His silence
is actually the greater confrontation
My father and I, in the long hours of time
carefully fed him his food and the confidence to live
A machine grows old
It's not the machine itself that's more thorny
It's the fact that we've become skeptical of our own habits
A machine grows old
including your body and mine
Stop and think about it for a moment
No one would want a machine to to have a problem
even if we don't need it anymore
Leaving it intact
We'd be in an open and soothing mood
My grandfather has long since become a thing of the past
Occasionally alive in some of my memories
Why the centrifuge betrays the
rope
It has been Neglected, controlled by the inverter
It suddenly emits a series of gases
Like a man who hems and haws a few times
Then turns into a sloth who does nothing
I suspect it's a sinister fellow
I suspect it understands politics
Now its casing burns with the signs of a fevered mind
The electrician frowns, stays up all night, eyes red. He frowns, he's been up all night, his eyes are red and swollen
Measurement gauge in hand, he's careful, he yawns
Plungs his buttocks into the chair
He closes and pulls the switch down, closes and pulls it down
He winks happily and says, "I've got to go to bed"
The centrifuges must be getting another co-conspirator
The whole production line is in mutiny
It doesn't move, it doesn't move, it doesn't move.
It doesn't move, it doesn't say a word
Now no one dares to underestimate it
It slices off a piece of time like a leader
Chewing a piece of brown bread
Symphony of Steel
Wu Lanbao
I
With the steel
Feeling the sadness of the symphony
It isn't a symphony, it's a symphony. p>
It's not bleak
Two
The breeze comes from all sides
Blowing the verses
I hear
The notes of steel
Echoing in it
Three
As a steel-roller
Every day and
Steel symphony
Connected with steel p>
Connected as one
Not separated
Five
Like a blade of grass
Rooted in this land
Like a cloud
Embracing this sky
Though it's barren
Six
Steel
It's a gigantic picture
This is a huge picture One in 1.3 billion
I
shoulder
this burden
enjoy this
spurring
seven
Steel melts away sadness
nine
An arm
woven in steel
becomes an everlasting memory
An armful of blood
spilled into the steel
flying out a charming melody
They are the most moving part of the symphony of steel
Thinking of them
These who died of work-related injuries
My lines of poetry
will bring me tears of passion
Eleven
On the Steel
Close to the blue sky
Because of the height of steel
On steel
Acacia memories
Because of the five thousand years of hardship
Long way
Thirteen
My father gave everything for steel
I took over my father's position
From the far countryside
Steel was my father's glory
My one milestone
I passed it with a solid stride
Spanning into another century-
Melting into a steel symphony on
A force
A pounding
A kind of clamor
A kind of glory ------