Chen Yin

Chen Yin

Chen Yin (1891-1951), Songlin, former Kuomintang, was wrongly killed in 1951. In June 1983, the rebellion was vindicated and the reputation of "rebel" was restored. Poet Yin Zi, formerly known as Chen Yin, was born in Huai'an, Jiangsu Province. He was full of poetry when he was young, but failed in middle age.

A brief introduction to the party members of the uprising

Chen Yin (1891-1951), Songlin, was born in Baisha, Jieshou, Chaling County, Hunan Province. The former chairman of the National Party's Chaling County Council and members of the uprising. After graduating from Changjun Middle School in Changsha, he was admitted to the Economics Department of Tokyo University in 1913. He returned to China in the fourth year of the Republic of China and served as the director of the provincial Office of the third independent brigade of the Hunan army in six years. After 1918, he successively held the posts of Quartermaster of Chenzhou garrison headquarters, commander of Hunan First Army, major general of the 15th brigade of the 8th division of Hunan army, director of Hunan army, economic director of Hunan army tutor, economic director of the 14th army, etc. After resigning in 18, he lived in Changsha and returned to Chaling in 26. After 28 years of the Republic of China, he successively served as deputy commander of Chaling Self Defense Corps and chairman of Chaling County Council. On the evening of August 14, 1949, he attended an emergency meeting presided over by county magistrate Luo Chushu and decided to revolt to welcome the PLA into the city.

About the poet

Yin Zi, formerly known as Chen Yin. He is over thirty years old. He was born in Huai'an, Jiangsu Province. Reading poetry at the age of five is a time of learning, and the elders all scoff at it. Young ambition, have become empty, so into the business trip, often fail, can only live, willing to humble. At the age of twenty-five, he worked hard to become a great master. He could not bear to give up without reading or reading. He is very serious in making friends and is often abandoned without regret. If you live like this for another 30 years, you may have a promising future.

Works of the poet's choice

Notes on returning home

1. Old house

On the door, it's the same old lock

I open it, old house

The taste of childhood comes to my face

I believe, a room, a smell

It's different from other people's homes

It's hidden in the old cabinet in the corner

Grandfather's dry tobacco bag, grandmother's twister

There are also stories about the Eighth Route Army and the Japanese devils

Father and mother's visit, long ago

Buried in the dust of Qingming Festival

The path in front of the door is getting narrower and narrower

The earthen bird's nest on the roof is the same as before

I was thinking about the pair of swallows I knew when I was a child

Is it in this nest to grow old together

2. Children's Companion

Squatting on the ridge

Several old people, carrying children

Those kids, they are

Children with children

Children, every year, choose

At the right time

Take your wife to the south

On the chest of the city

Planting a season of hope

Today, I came back

They didn't come back

3. Miss Yangliu

I remember that year

You married brother Yangliu on the other side

That day, your head was full of flowers

Now, I can only stay in the kitchen smoke

Looking for your hair

Do you know that comb from childhood

Until now, I still keep it in my pocket

4. Path

The first way I know

I haven't put on my new clothes yet

In a thick cocoon

And some unknown scars

I hear, my little footprints

I'm talking to my grandparents

5. The father of the child

A group of children

He looked at me timidly

I can see it in their faces

Find their dad

If, their father

See my child, will it

In the child's face, find me

6. Spring Festival couplets

On the wooden door, the content of Spring Festival couplets is no longer there

I came from the corner of the remaining pink and white paper

Count the ten years carefully

This year, I want to come back to paste Spring Festival couplets

Father and mother should take them

And grandparents in heaven

7. Laomo

You're still sitting in the southeast corner of the threshing ground

Let me hold your arm again

touch your face

……

Lao Mo, you are thin

Old cotton padded jacket

In the house, all the furnishings are new

The men and women in the frame are also new

Three rooms and one living room, latex paint, white cement, wood floor

The father's meticulous eyes, deeply covered

Father's eyes, hiding in the attic

The house in my hometown, the tree planted by my grandfather, the bracelet left by my mother

All become father's careful sigh at night

Father always wanted to reach for a star and talk to it

Unfortunately, the father did not dare to straighten up, he was afraid

My head broke the brand new ceiling

In the narrow window, father could not find the direction of his hometown

The father thought that the weeds had grown a lot on his mother's grave

My father lost weight and coughed at night

There's always noise in the keyhole

At this time, my father is always talking

"Son of a bitch! When they grow up, they will have a fight! "

My father is in hospital. He knows he won't live long

The father told her that he wanted to stay in the hospital for the rest of his life

In the attic, a pair of delicate white hands were rapidly sorting out his father's clothes

The child is clinging to a worn-out old cotton padded jacket

He remembered that it was in the arms of this old cotton padded jacket that he met his father

Beyond the wall

——On the other side of the wall, tonight, the light is not flickering

Fat fingers with diamonds, close the security door

Lie down on the second double bed he bought

Short skirt in the daytime, black stockings

Folded one by one, the rouge turned into water

Night, no words, dull pain of red lips

Silently, the flowers of my hometown should bloom

A star fell on the roof, blue blood

Into the open window

The big old pajamas are hanging on the wall

Their own position, forget the existence

The perfume in the bottle is back to the original.

And the rose on the pillow, speechless

A tender and pitiful bark

Snoring drowning a building

A pair of hands in white gloves

No key, opened the security door

Flash, beautiful girl, pale face

Red nails, holding love letters from lovers in the mountains

The alley

A coal stove spitting ashes, a deaf and dumb bicycle

Old fan with severe cough, sandals with wrinkled face

A piece of wooden door, keep the same posture

A pair of greasy hands, the same movement

Stir up the same life, only

Next to the knife board, in the plastic box, there are different dialects

This side of the sky is cooked, homesick taste

Called a group of men from a foreign land

Miss and cheap wine, blending a woman's smile

This woman has a bitter smile

A dish of peanuts, chewed out of the fragrance of the soil

The four seasons of the ridge and the weight of the hoe lie in my arms

Shaking shadows, cold birds

Can't find the window of Spring Story

A few coins plundered some warmth in the alley

A line of crooked folk rhymes, along the road

The trace of coin rolling, staggering away

Empty wine bottle, the alley into the stomach

The bell tower of the city sends out a message again

The people in the city changed their clothes again

All eyes, staring at the end of the alley

I don't want to leave for a long time

Forgetting

I'm standing at the intersection

All kinds of people come and go

I can recognize it

Faces that disappear and reappear

That changed expression tells me

Just now, they met some people

And forget about some people

Every day, I measure

The distance between suffering and happiness

And find their respective owners

And their relationship with each other

It's at this intersection

I welcome my child to grow into an old man

Then, tell him a story

Tell everyone he can remember

Now the news

On this day

I can't move my lips or my fingers

I stand like a pile of earth

All kinds of people come and go

Don't want to look at me again

The answer

God gave me two bodies

At the same time, into the world

We were scattered by the overcrowded crowd

I can only breathe, I can't sleep

For a goal that can't be found

Stop, go, go, stop

Maybe, I'm getting further away from him

Scribble on the road

Simple shoes, the direction will not be wrong

The lost ghost in the street

We are catching specimens of the ancient sunlight

Before dawn, all the movements were frozen

Numb snow, and time

I've got a grudge, I'm trading bets

The clock, bare ribs, opens the answer

On a thin dusk

I saw him with white hair

I'm busy repairing forgotten parts

Simple love song

It's dark. Let's go

Get everyone into the maze

I have a bitter drink

Holding the last candle

Light the night, light the bones

A drop of pain in my fingers

The heart suddenly becomes very shallow

I can face all around in peace

Listen to the angel exhausted singing

Drown the sad address with tears

I held out my finger and tried to

Holding the secret of space

Fresh time, can't stand

My sharp nails

I accidentally pierced the moon's heart

Her flashing words drop by drop

That night, I was alone

I saw the fireworks and the wet handwriting

Dream

You recline on my shoulder

Warm shell, holding cigarette

That's it. We're on the sheets

Shackles cast by a wisp of smoke

Tie my right hand and your left hand

Life and death have been swept clean

You've been awake and laughing

Picking the fruit in my body

A string of eager steps home

Slip from your diary

Powder of sunshine

Reverently mourn us

At the other end of time, there is a cough

You took half and left me half

Monologue of the rose

Today, it's red territory

Love laughs at the smallness of the sky

Innumerable canthus, from the morning began to run

Willing to use the inspiration of pain

Poetry on two lips

Trying to use this immortal way

Keep one's peace

Although, a trembling heart

To be held tightly in one's own fist

I am in full bloom in an oath

Soft fragrance,