Live in Wuhan, a river city: Enjoy the same sunshine with Dongshan Island

Editorials of World Guangong Culture Net: the COVID-19 is raging in China, making lots of cities and towns blocked for a long time, especially Wuhan. During the lockdown, many friends have been staying at home reading and encouraging each other to spend this unforgettable troubled times.

Chinese photographer Zhu Zhengming staying at Wuhan has written poems across space with Chinese writer Liu Xiaolong staying at the coast of East China Sea, to praise China’s Guangong culture, which contributed to making a deed praised far and wide in this special time.

 The Gate of Guangong Temple in Dongshan Island, Fujian. 

When writing this article, I was in Wuhan, a river city.

The epidemic is still spreading regardless of 30 days lockdown. Several days before, only one person in a family can go out every fourth or sixth days, armed to the teeth with goggles, facial masks, hats and gloves, in order to purchase the daily necessities quickly and back home soon. Since the day before yesterday, the residence community has been totally blocked, almost no person in the street, but the white ambulances roaring past. The community organized to purchase the vegetables and rice needed in group by WeChat. People reached consensus: Wuhan people will make contributions by just not going out! And the lockdown today is not only for themselves, but for the Chinese, even the people of the world.

Up to Feb. 22nd, Chinese armies of land, air and sea, and the governments of all provinces and autonomous regions have organized over 270 medical teams of about 30 thousand medical workers to risk to help Wuhan. The number of confirmed patient added everyday has been reduced within one thousand, but not over thousands.

On my own balcony, enjoying the same sunshine of Donghai Island and listening to the ode of “The sea is my hometown”, I can’t help thinking of my best friend, Liu Xiaolong in Dongshan Island, as well as Dongshan and the sea.

In the thirteenth day of fifth lunar month, the Cross-Straits Guangong Culture Day grandly celebrated.  

In these years, I have visited Dongshan Island in Fujian Province for many times to join in the Cross-Straits Guangong Culture Day. I have made an appointment with Xiaolong that when I go to Dongshan again, we will go to sea by fish-boat, watching the folks in Dongshan fishing and enjoying the sunrise and sunset.

During the Guanggong Culture Day, the book launch of Chinese writer Liu Xiaolong’s new book Relation with Guangong

From the left: Chinese writer Liu Xiaolong, Chinese photographer Zhu Zhengming, and Meng Haisheng, the scholar of Guangong culture in Yuncheng, Shanxi. 

The following is a poem by Chinese photogrpher Zhu Zhangming on Feb. 17th, departing from Wuhan:

During the days of lockdown, in the River City Wuhan

Every day, there are many fellows gone with the flying times

The Coronavirus is still raging

Tomorrow, how many fellows will leave this world

Sitting on my own balcony,

Looking at the blue sky with white clouds

I suddenly think that

For the second life, what will we do

First be a strong and vigorous tercel,

Free flying above the peak of the world

Looking for clusters of prayer flags and piles of prayer stones

Watching vast snow mountains wiggling ahead thousands of miles

Or, crossing the time to the late Eastern Han Dynasty,

Holding the loyal ferghana horse,

Being a diligent and handsome stable boy,

Following the great Chinese martial artist to always fight on the way

Or, becoming a piece of ozone

Circling around the sky of Yangtze River,

Blessing and protecting the Chinese people inheriting year by year

Blessing and protecting the Chinese people thriving generation by generation

If there were second life, if there were opportunity,

I will once again be a filial son,

Looking for my mother of previous life in this big world,

And holding your hand tightly and never loosing.

It seems, I think too much,

It seems, I look too far,

So many heroes risk to Wuhan,

The sky will be full of beautiful rainbows.

If still be alive,

Please cherish every day,

Diligent, pure, tolerant, and smile

Making contributions to the world civilization...

The following is a unchained poem replied by the Chinese writer Liu Xiaolong on Feb. 18th.

Looking up at the sky of Wuhan,

In front of all smiling faces,

During the lockdown days of COVID-19,

Slowly becoming a cloud of blue vapor,

Asking yourself,

For the second life, what should we do

I am at the coast of southern Fujian with everything closed.

Reading your feelings, full of magnificent upsurge,

Only want to say, my dude

Let’s be friends in the next cycle,

Under the honor flags of our nations,

Just like this life, crossing mountains and rivers

Several times, we meet in Dongshan

As well as once in Wuhan,

Together, visiting Haizhou, Jingzhou, along the Yangtze River,

Together, going to Luoyang, Dangyang, for the north to the south of China,

Looking for the treasure island across the straits

Again, you explore the other side of the ocean......

Following the honour of the Chinese martial artists,

Holding horse is your willing,

And mine is carrying broadsword,

Lighting a pillar of candle, writing poems full of loyalty and honesty,

Laughing all the way,

Also greeting each other: hi, buddy, are you tired

Sometimes you can enjoy the tiredness,

Enjoying the beauty of the motherland when climbing the Mount Everest,

The previous sages has left the spirit of hero,

Encouraging all of us to carry the heavy life load,

Afraid of not crossing the threshold when becoming old,

And then call the children to pass down from generation to generation.

If there is rehearsal for the future,

Let’s make an appointment in advance, in a morning

You soar to great heights from the Yellow Crane Tower,

I hoist the sail from the Dongshan Island,

Going through the times of the next life,

And once again be buddies

Hope there be peach blossom every day of the year in the next life,

And Justice always in the human being’s world,

No evils, no lies

No lockdown, no disasters

This present life, we’re not requiring for luxurious life,

And we also only hope for safety for all people in the next life.

n fact, this present life and next life,

Only two halves of a dream,

When we always hold spirits,

With this destiny, souls will be immortal

If we can’t finish our dream in this life,

We will have a more splendid dream in the next life, until making it to a satisfactory one…

(Editor: World Guangong Culture Net)