{"id":1007,"date":"2024-10-14T21:49:41","date_gmt":"2024-10-15T02:49:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/huawenca.com\/?p=1007"},"modified":"2024-10-14T21:49:41","modified_gmt":"2024-10-15T02:49:41","slug":"lebingdeshi6shou","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/huawenca.com\/en\/lebingdeshi6shou\/","title":{"rendered":"6 Poems by Le Bing"},"content":{"rendered":"

Ice cube<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

1<\/strong>The South China Sea, the sea of my ancestors<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

The sky over the fishing village<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dark clouds gather<\/strong><\/p>\n

Like a turncoat scoundrel<\/strong><\/p>\n

Spring of the fisherman's delusion<\/strong><\/p>\n

kidnapping<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

South China Sea, my ancestral sea<\/strong><\/p>\n

My grandfather was eaten by fish.<\/strong><\/p>\n

The South China Sea became my ancestors.<\/strong><\/p>\n

My grandmother was widowed at twenty-three.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Unwavering fidelity<\/strong><\/p>\n

Before she died, she told me<\/strong><\/p>\n

You're a man raised by the South China Sea.<\/strong><\/p>\n

The South China Sea is our ancestral sea.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Our ancestral hall and temple are here.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Qingming Festival, others can go to the grave<\/strong><\/p>\n

Burn joss paper and kowtow for ancestors.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I face the sea.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Offer incense and kowtow<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

My ancestors worked tirelessly in the South China Sea day and night.<\/strong><\/p>\n

It's like it's right behind my door<\/strong><\/p>\n

Know a place like the back of one's hand<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Every evening<\/strong><\/p>\n

Distant seafloor lights are clustered together.<\/strong><\/p>\n

That's my relative.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Fishing trip returned<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

2,Zongzi<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Zongzi I have seen<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>Only two shapes<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>A heart-like thing<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>A fist-like thing<\/strong><\/p>\n

**When it offered its heart<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>It is a reminder for those in power<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>The heart can only be soft, warm, and fragrant.<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>It can't be hard, cold, or black.<\/strong><\/p>\n

**When it raises its fist<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>To awaken the sleeping masses<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>Don't give up the fight.<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>A good life is in the palm of your hand<\/strong><\/p>\n

**Zongzi<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>I am not only made of rice grains<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

3<\/strong>People's Republic<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

**<\/p>\n

I don't believe in it flowing through their veins.<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>Only blood<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>It's still gunpowder.<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>It will make a rumbling thunderous explosion.<\/strong><\/p>\n

**I don't believe what's welling up in those eyes.<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>Just tears<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>It will turn into a tsunami<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>The towering waves will drown the pyramid tops.<\/strong><\/p>\n

**I don't believe those guttural sounds<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>Just sighing.<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>Once it roars<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>Will make the earth tremble<\/strong><\/p>\n

**Although they humbly<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>Consider yourself a commoner<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>I grovel at their feet.<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>Treat them as parents, benefactors, and gods.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

4<\/strong>I want to hold small things over my head.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

**<\/p>\n

Vast and boundless human world<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>Only small things are my treasures.<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>I will lift them over my head.<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>I want to lift sesame seeds over my head.<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>I want to lift the grass over my head.<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>I want to lift ants over my head.<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>I will raise the small flame above my head<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>I want to lift gentle dreams over my head<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>I still have to stand on tiptoe.<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>Hold them higher, even higher<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>Ah, so many tiny, seemingly insignificant things.<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>Combine together<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>Actually held up a piece of sky.<\/strong><\/p>\n

**5<\/strong>You certainly do not know.<\/strong>
\n<\/strong><\/span>
\n<\/strong>You certainly don't know.<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>This was once fertile land<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>There are also large cemeteries<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>Now the fields are destroyed and the ancestral graves have been dug up.<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>Only then did this skyscraper come to be.<\/strong>
\n.
\n<\/strong>You certainly don't know.<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>Last night, in front of the skyscraper<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>There is still a corpse lying there.<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>He was demanding land compensation<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>Villager killed in action<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>The other six are still in the intensive care unit.<\/strong>
\n.
\n<\/strong>You certainly don't know.<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>How old are the two ancient trees at the entrance of the skyscraper?<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>It is said to be five hundred years old.<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>The day it was dug up<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>The elders in the village cried.<\/strong><\/p>\n

**You certainly don't know.<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>behind this skyscraper<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>How many more untold stories are there?<\/strong><\/p>\n

**<\/p>\n

6<\/strong>Comb mother's hair<\/strong><\/span>
\n<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>I combed my child's hair.<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>but has never combed their mother's hair<\/strong><\/p>\n

**During the Mid-Autumn Festival, I returned to my hometown to visit my mother.<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>After finishing the mooncakes, my mother leaned back on the sofa and watched TV quietly.<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>I picked up a wooden comb that was already prepared.<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>Standing before my mother, I timidly said:<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>\u201cMom, your son wants to comb your hair.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

**Mother was suddenly stunned.<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>When she recovered her senses<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>Blushing like a young girl, she said:<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>\u201cEven if I comb your dad's hair for you\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

**Ah, my father passed away eight years ago.<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>My eighty-year-old mother<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>Today, I will learn from my father as he did back then<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>Allow me to comb your hair. Comb it more precisely, more like a father.<\/strong>
\n\"\"
\n<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Le Bing, born in Xuancheng, Anhui, now resides in Hainan, China. She is a member of the Chinese Writers Association, a director of the Hainan Provincial Writers Association, the vice chairman of the Hainan Poetry Society, and a contracted writer for the Hainan Provincial Academy of Literature. Her poetry has been published in \u201cPeople's Literature,\" \"Poetry,\" \"Beijing Literature,\" and other publications. Her novels have appeared in \"Chinese Writers,\" and her poetry has been broadcast on CCTV-1 and over 20 other satellite TV stations. She has authored over 10 books, including the long poem \"Ancestral Sea\" and the novel \"Hainan Dream.\" Her works have been selected for over 100 anthologies, such as \"Selected Chinese Misty Poetry\" and \"A Collection of a Century of New Han Poetry.\" She has received numerous awards, including the 4th Hainan Provincial Government Award for Publications; the 5th Hainan Provincial Literary Biennial Award; the 3rd Hainan Provincial Government Wenhua Award (Screenwriter); the 6th Li Bai Poetry Award; the 6th Chinese Long Poem Award; and the 2nd Hainan Provincial Ethnic Minority Excellent Novel Award. Her representative work \"South China Sea, My Ancestral Sea\" was recognized as one of the top ten contemporary marine poems, and also for the \"70 Years of the Founding of New China\" award.<\/strong>70<\/span>What a great poem.<\/span><\/b><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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