Mr Wen Yiduo's Song of Seven Sons is really the voice of China people, but I only know that Seven Sons is Macau. What do you mean by other six sons?

Do you know that' Macau' (Ma Gang) is not my real name?

I've been away from you for too long, mom!

But what they took was my body,

You still have my soul.

I've dreamed of my biological mother for 300 years,

Please call your son by his first name-Macau!

Mom! I want to come back, mom!

This is the first Song of Seven Sons written by Wen Yiduo, a famous poet in China, 74 years ago. Today, a 7-year-old female voice sang in the TV documentary "Macao Years", and her feelings of grief, loneliness and hope are still so touching and stirring. The influence and appeal of Wen Yiduo's poems can be seen here. Poems full of patriotic passion like this can be seen everywhere in his poems.

Wen Yiduo, formerly known as Yiduo, is a famous ethnologist Hua, whose name is Friends of Three. 1899165438+1October 24th was born in a scholarly family in Wenjiapu Village, Bahe Town, our county. At the age of five, he entered a private enlightenment school. I went to Wuchang at the age of ten and studied in the high school affiliated to Hubei Normal University. At the age of thirteen, he was admitted to Tsinghua Preparatory School for Studying in the United States (predecessor of Tsinghua University) with the first place in Hubei re-examination. He was a student in Tsinghua for 65,438+00 years. In the meantime, he studied hard, got excellent grades and had a wide range of interests. He initiated or participated in various student groups, and was an active figure in Tsinghua campus that year.

19 19 When the May 4th Movement broke out, Wen Yiduo was too excited to resist. He wrote Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong" in calligraphy and posted it in front of the school cafeteria. After that, he resolutely devoted himself to this great struggle and began to write new poems, becoming one of the pioneers in the May 4th New Literature Garden. 192 1 autumn, Wen Yiduo was ordered to be expelled from the school because of his firm attitude in supporting Beijing teachers' wage struggle. After several struggles, it was finally repeated for one year, and it was postponed to July of 1922, and it set foot on the established road for Tsinghua students to study in the United States.

In the United States, Wen Yiduo successively entered the Chicago Academy of Fine Arts, the University of Colorado and the new york Art Institute, specializing in fine arts, enjoying drama and poetry, and writing a large number of poems and research papers. The first book of poetry, Red Candle, was published in China on September 1923 with the assistance of Guo Moruo.

From 65438 to 0925, Wen Yiduo could not bear the discrimination from foreign countries and returned to China early. He has taught at Beijing Institute of Art, Wusong National Chengchi University and Nanjing No.4 Sun Yat-sen University. In the meantime, he made great achievements in the field of new poetry, and published a series of poetry reviews, such as collection of poems "Dead Water" and "Goddess Spirit", which had great influence and won him an important position in the history of modern literature in China. 1928 After the autumn, Wen Yiduo worked in Wuhan University and Qingdao University successively. 1932 he returned to his alma mater, Tsinghua University, and became a professor of Chinese Department. When the Anti-Japanese War broke out, he moved to Changsha with his school. Soon, he walked more than 3,500 kilometers from Changsha via Guizhou to teach in The National SouthWest Associated University, Kunming.

After graduating from Wuhan University, Wen Yiduo devoted himself to the study of China ancient literature. He started with the Tang poetry, and then traced it back, from the poems of the Han, Wei and Six Dynasties to the Songs of Chu, from Zhuangzi to Zhouyi, from ancient myths to prehistoric literature, and made amazing efforts in ancient philology, phonology and folklore. Guo Moruo lamented that "it is not only unprecedented, but I am also afraid."

1943, Wen Yiduo began to contact the activities of China underground party and NLD organization. The following year, he officially joined NLD as a member of NLD Yunnan Branch and editor of NLD organ newspaper "National Weekly". 1945 was elected as executive member of NLD Central Committee, propaganda member of Yunnan Branch and president of Democracy Weekly. On February 1 day of 65438+ the same year, Kuomintang spies created the "December 1st" tragedy to suppress progressive students. Full of grief and indignation, Wen Yiduo wrote articles to expose the truth, criticized the darkness, called for democracy, and personally went to the funeral for the dead martyrs. Together with the vast number of progressive students, he organized countless activities to fight for freedom, dictatorship and civil war, and drafted and revised a large number of essays, declarations, telegrams, protests and other manuscripts. His words were fierce and his stand was clear. He was blacklisted by Kuomintang spies and offered a reward of 400,000 yuan for his head. But Wen Yiduo was fearless and continued to engage in various progressive activities.

In July 1946, 1 1, Li Gongpu, member of the NLD Central Committee, was assassinated, and Wen Yiduo was furious and unbearable. On July 15, 2005, at the mourning meeting of all walks of life in Yunnan, he angrily denounced the Kuomintang spy, delivered a famous speech impassioned, and expressed indignation that he wanted to be a nation like Mr. Li. In the afternoon, Wen Yiduo was killed on his way home after attending a press conference held by Democracy Weekly. He was under 48 years old. The bad news spread all over the country, and people from all walks of life condemned the atrocities of the Kuomintang and supported the democratic fighters. Mao Zedong, Zhu De and Dong respectively sent messages of condolence and highly praised Wen Yiduo's indomitable and epic national heroism.

Song of seven people

Macao

Do you know that "Ma Gang" is not my real name? ……

I've been away from your children for too long, mom!

But what they took was my body,

You still have my soul.

I've dreamed of my biological mother for 300 years!

Please call your son by his birth name and call me "Macau"!

Mom, I want to come back, mom!

Hong Kong

I am like Huang Bao who keeps vigil in front of Fengge.

Mom! Although my position is very small, my position is very dangerous.

Now the terrible sea lion hangs on me,

Spit on my flesh and stir up my perfume.

Mom! I cried and howled, but I shouldn't have called you.

Mom! Let me hide in your arms!

Mom, I want to come back, mom!

Taiwan Province Province, China

We are a string of pearls in the East China Sea.

Ryukyu is my younger brother, and I am from Taiwan Province Province.

I still have Zheng's heroic spirit in my chest.

Loyal blood dyed my heirloom red.

Mom, the cool summer is killing me;

Give me an order and I can still attack the city.

Mom, I want to come back, mom!

Weihai port

Let me protect the oldest white sea in China,

The original sacred mountain on the shore here is.

Mom, don't forget that I am an expert in preventing the sea.

I have a Liu Gongdao as my shield.

Come back, it's time!

The body of the saint is buried behind me.

Mom, I want to come back, mom!

Guangzhou bay

Donghai and Tanzhou are my double keys.

I am an iron lock at the back door of China.

Why did you lend me to a thief?

Mom, you should never abandon me!

Mom! Let me go back to your knees,

I want to hold your ankle tightly.

Mom, I want to come back, mom!

Kowloon

My brother Hong Kong is complaining about his pain.

Mom, do you remember your little daughter Jiulong?

Ever since I married Zhenhai Devil,

I have never shed tears for a day!

Mother, I count the auspicious days of mothering every day.

I am afraid that hope will become an empty dream!

Mom, I want to come back, mom!

Dalian Lushun

We are Lushun and Dalian, twin brothers.

Our destiny-the mud at the feet of powerful neighbors,

Mom, our yesterday was terrible,

Today is even more worth crying.

Mom, it's time to go back. Bring us back quickly.

You have no idea how much our children miss you!

Mom, we want to come back, mom!