"General, this can't do! 》

-Ye Wenfu

Foreword: History is always advancing by answering one new topic after another. It is said that after a senior general who was brutally persecuted by the Gang of Four returned to his leadership post, he ordered the demolition of the kindergarten and built a villa for himself, all with modern equipment and spent hundreds of thousands of yuan in foreign exchange. I ... I ... ...

what did i say? What should I say? You are a respected elder, and I am a latecomer.

Between you and me, it was the thirties and forties filled with smoke. I never meant to criticize you.

Because, maybe you took the whip from my spine with your hand that shot at the old world with a machine gun!

You hug my chest full of blood and heat, and big tears fall down!

You sobbed and stroked my scars, and my thick lips trembled. You said, "Son, we are released!" "

So, barefoot and with little feet, I walked into the new China!

Don't! General! Even so, I want to say, I should say more!

Remember? That year, I rushed to Luding Bridge, behind me-chasing troops; Opposite-fire.

The river is full of rough waves and a few heavy iron cables, and the revolution is anxious on a dangerous cliff.

Will the fire in Jinggangshan be ruthlessly swallowed up by Dadu River?

Staring at bloodshot eyes, you suddenly tucked the mauser pistol to your waist, roared like a thunderbolt, carrying glory, and rushed into the history of China's revolutionary heroes!

When the time comes, general! What are you thinking about?

I dare say that what you want is to live a happy life for future generations! You said: Give me the hardest task! Give it to me!

How unfortunate! My bullet hole general, after more than forty years, your hero's body will be flooded with credit; How weak your thunderous voice is eroded by the running water of time!

"Give me ... give me ..." Give you the moon, you feel too cold; Give you some sunshine, you are too hot!

You want to hold the earth in your arms, everything is for you to enjoy and choose!

Everything! You want everything! Why not?-Your pledge when you joined the Party! Why not-the true nature of the proletariat?

Did the Jinggangshan fire, which can't even swallow the water of the Dadu River, go out in your Maotai glass?

Can you let the red boat coming from the South Lake storm run aground in your easy chair?

Is a producer going to write the sad history of Niu Jinxing?

Don't generations rise up and fight to the death for the endless enjoyment of their families?

If so, general! How can you live up to-the comrades who died in your arms, the last entrustment? How to live up to the author of the White Hair Manifesto of the Producers' Party?

Let's go General! Put on the red cherry sandals of that year and kiss the land where you once shed blood!

That inch by inch, the land taken from the enemy!

Inch by inch, the land has been fished up from the abyss of suffering!

That inch by inch, the land marked by the revolution!

That inch by inch has nurtured the land of the Red Army, the Eighth Route Army, the New Fourth Army and the People's Liberation Army!

The wooden spoon in the hand of mother Taihang who feeds you millet soup is still in the bowl, stirring wild vegetables;

Sister-in-law Luoyang who bandaged your wound in those days, a family of three generations, squeezed into a small room of six square meters with a pot on the bed!

My official and powerful general! What have you done for decades?

Ignoring the sufferings of the people, you are a party member conscience, not condemned by the truth?

Do you really believe that the law will always be your card? Or at most-a soft evening breeze on a summer night!

You are not covered with pores, and now you can't penetrate them-a little, Premier Zhou's virtue?

For the sake of your modernization, kindergartens have been demolished, and future generations are left unattended. It's snowing. How many years can you be comfortable?

Tomorrow is for children, not children! The children don't want it. Who will hold your urn?

Perhaps, you will proudly say, "I have a son!" " "

Yes! You have a son!

If your son is a revolutionary, he will leave your tall building in anger!

If he is a black sheep, his white hands will always hold the people's accusation against you!

I have a friend who is an acquirer. How sad it will be to know your generosity!

When he learned: there are a few hairs in the cow's ear that can be exchanged for foreign exchange; Over the past few years, he has worked hard to cut and cut, one by one, and actually cut more than ten kilograms!

People, like spring silkworms, accumulate wealth for the motherland; What right do you have to squander the blood of martyrs, the people's trust in the party, and the hard work of workers? !

Is it true that the four modernizations solemnly announced by Premier Zhou, which the Party and the people have endured for ten years, sweating and bleeding in front of the stove and in the fields, turned out to be the oil stars and spittle that you belched at us?

What a pity! My general! On the first Long March, you conquered the Dadu River.

Today, the new Long March, have you thought about it? Take a step back and you will become the Dadu River!

Don't! General! The tragedy in Niu Jinxing will never happen again, because the people-will never be silent!

I hope my poems will also turn into thunderous thunder and rush into your ears with great glory; Rush into your heart!

On the road of this new Long March, let us listen to the laws of future generations and progress and shout "General! Can't do this! "

-Ye was published in the eighth issue of Poetry Journal, 1979.

As can be seen from the comprehensive text, this sentence is a query to those party cadres who are greedy for bribes and pervert the law and enjoy it.