我不经意成为你的共谋
因我已降生在这片土地
我被迫写下诗的赞礼
否则
将聆听警笛的轰鸣

你发誓在每一寸山头上
都刻下擦不去的印记
在过去的每一刻里
你也在无情地抹去回忆

我无法与你彻底决绝
你是最虚伪的布道者
也是最胆大的冒险家
你是五千年的象形文字
也是那十年的自我毁弃

于是我写下这番喃喃自语
像个赤子
也像个痴儿
疯癫 恍惚 错乱 狂喜

但也希望你不要忘记
每当我的身体被紧紧囚禁
思想的自由
就会悄悄张开双翼

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“You are my bloodline and my imagination, the sheriff and the judge, the hunter and the prey. You are a Party pretending to be a country, and a people in search of an identity. You are three thousand years of words and song, the ode and the siren; seven decades of struggle and survival, the triumphs and the tragedies.”
……
“But I am complicit by my identity. You have branded us with your actions. When this part of history is written, my people will be remembered for what you have done.”

—— A Letter written by Yangyang Chen