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龙华的塔

   

                                              

          一九三一年二月七日,柔石、胡也频、李伟森、殷夫、冯铿等革命作家

    被秘密活埋和枪杀于龙华,是国民党反动当局摧残文化和扼杀新文化运

    动的铁证。               

                                               

                                            

             朝阳,给龙华的尖塔           

             抹上一层如血的殷红,        

             路畔的小草,缀挂着              

             昨日夜雨残留的水珠。        

             而今,踏上这通往龙华的路,   

             难抑胸中激情汹涌。        

                                            

             这里,无情的黄土               

             曾经掩埋了                       

             五位新文化运动的先锋,           

             这里,罪恶的枪弹                                             

             曾经夺走了                            

             五位无产阶级优秀的歌手。     

             战士在黎明前的血泊中倒下,        

             却留下两亇殷红的大字        

             ――战斗!                     

                                              

             那时,革命也犹如这                                           

             路畔的小草,初绽新绿,         

             光明与黑暗,正面临着    

             最后的搏斗,              

             龙华的桃叶,己经报道着           

             芳春的讯息,                

             但寒冬却依然淫施着                                     

             残余的威风。                                              

                                            

             五颗红心――                                             

             五颗启示黎明的星斗,                                         

             五杆大笔――

             五把撕裂暗夜的投枪匕首。                                                

             五副歌喉,喷发着  

             捣毁旧世界的呐喊疾呼。                                 

             反革命文化围剿的屠刀

             已经在嘹亮的歌声中颤抖。

                                                                      

             当我还是一亇             

             佩戴红领巾的孩童,       

             便曾天真的自诩为           

             新时代的歌手,             

             出于对先驱者的缅怀和崇敬,

             龙华的尖塔                   

             便时常进入我的梦中。

             渴望接过先烈的如椽大笔,  

             也饱蘸热血               

             撰写一部革命的春秋。       

                                                 

             然而历史的悲剧,居然

             重现在烈士献身的三十五亇年头。     

             做为工人阶级的普通一员,         

             我曾经迷乱、动摇和恍忽,     

             也曾尝受思索、探求之痛苦,  

             但,唯有心中这条                

             通往龙华的路呵,           

             时常将我心灵的强音弹奏!  

                                                           

             如今,当历史越过了

   一个个险滩急流,   

             中华民族正万众同心

   描绘着共和国大厦的宏伟蓝图,

             重来瞻望这沭浴金辉的塔顶,

             我的诗呵――                

             应该选择怎样的道路?          


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