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·黄河清:俚词贺盛雪获英女王颁发钻石勋章
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百年不风流 千古人传颂
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·超越时空的对话
·迟了半个世纪的臧家祭奠
·百年滄桑夢頻碎 風雲人物青史垂(图)
·朱学渊:东北大学的人物踪迹——也纪念臧启芳先生
·追尋英魂 還原歷史(多图)
·歷史長河 百年一瞬——《百年不风流》编后
·千古啟芳 傲立蒼茫——《千古人传颂》前言
·追怀昔日的“大学精神”
·直书信史在民间 (上)
·代理天津市长——臧启芳雄才难展的从政之路
·張學良內定的天津市長到底是此臧還是彼臧
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加拿大“十元人道救助”计划
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·愿帮助你的 也都平安
·呼唤人性的温暖 ——记“10元人道救援行动”
·"不要讓好人孤單"
·“十元人道捐助”计划年会
·十元人道捐助计划 资助维权大陆人
·多倫多10元救助 7年來籌逾4.5萬 捐贈中國逾20名繫獄維權人士
·10元人道捐助 7年籌款4.5萬元
·十元计划及海外救助中国良心犯行动
·中共人权迫害加剧 民运人道救援先行
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自由亚洲电台报道选编
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·刘淇昆评炉霍事件
·加中国人权联盟呼吁哈柏关注中国人权
·加朝鲜人权协会呼吁救助将被中共遣返难民(图,视频)
·藏人新年绝食抗议 民阵呼吁华人声援
·韩广生谈王立军其人及对中共政局的影响(图)
·李竹阳:理解父亲秦永敏的政治理念
·悼六四 李必丰儿子到多伦多朗誦父亲詩歌
杂项
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·Ben Arnold《真正的名扬四海:硬盘!》
杂议万象 历史留痕
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·為一個獄中政治犯舉行作品朗誦會引發的爭論和攻擊
·关于中国——和某留学生的电邮通信
·黄河清:盛雪成了一具牺牲!
·岁月留痕——一封旧信
English articles
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·The Struggle of Three Books
·Edmonton is home
·Tiananmen, 25 Years Later: What I Saw
·Ottawa’s Victims of Communism Memorial Site Is Fitting, Says Chinese
·SHENG Xue: Subcommittee on International Human Rights Committee
·Tiananmen, 25 Years Later: What I Saw
·Steamed up about censorship
·加拿大國會山的國際人權日
·You -I-Sense-Black
·Your Red Lips, a Wordless Hole
·Even the Moon Would Weep
·Chinese-Canadians Fear China’s Rising Clout Is Muzzling Them
·At Bloody Dawn
·Chinese Writers: Organ Harvesting Atrocities Will Stop Only with the E
·The Sea and Its Shore
·VISION TINES: Interview With Chinese Dissident and Her Account of the
·The TAXI Stand Jam
纪念妈妈
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·李桂琴的生命慶典
·A celebration of LI Guiqin’s life
·坚韧与善良,平凡而伟大!
·铁肩冷眼抗强权 侠骨慈心佑民运
挚友来鸿 诗稿汇编
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·读盛雪信感赋奉寄致敬
当代中国史稿
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·《當代中國史稿》訂購單(图)
·《當代中國史稿》訂購單
·《當代中國史稿》訂購單 (图)
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You -I-Sense-Black

   
   
   
   You
   


   You
   Not a descendant of Chinese dragon
   If you were
   You would be a hybrid of two animal species
   You
   Are not a child of Yellow River, either
   Yellow River has been drying up at the foot of Great Wall of China
   Now what flows
   Is a vomit from Qinghai-Tibet Plateau
   Creating no life
   You
   Should be even less a posterity of ancient Chinese
   An internecine nationality
   That has already killed up all the integrity and spirit
   
   Where is the brightness across million kilometers
   What is a civilization of five thousand years
   
   You are you
   Also drinking White Liquor
   The blown smoke ring also has a dream
   Climbing up
   
   
   I can also lie on a slate of bluestone
   Having the bones pile into a statue
   And having its eye pits drawn as a symbol of death
   To tell people
   There is no way out
   
   I may also sneak into the crowd
   Chewing gum
   Wandering around
   Casting a glance the bare legs of that girl
   Making eyes
   And appearing to have touched a plump ass
   With a look of satisfaction
   
   But, buddy!
   I know
   Remaining legs and broken arms at Liubukou were also plump
   Oh! My eyes are soaked with blood
   Gripping my head to hit against a street lamppost
   I
   Have
   Cried
   
   Girl, forgive my vulgarity
   This world
   Is a grave of wise men
   
   
   
   Sense
   
   Sense is still there
   But just like a fickle girl
   Having already altered her face
   Tiananmen Square
   Has lightly turned into a pile of floating redness
   The marble balustrades of the Monument
   After the focus in the distant
   Are numerous eyes burned through
   The heavy bricks and stones on the Square
   Are various sampans sinking down
   Which can no longer afford to bear the despair and sorrow of Chinese people
   
   Sense can no longer be gripped
   It is pieces of paper flying in wind
   That a group of ragpicking children are chasing
   
   
   Black
   
   Night
   Has been pulled very, very long
   You have never smoked
   Holding your hands I want to say
   Whichever way may be
   Unable to lead us going until tomorrow
   Yet you have turned night around
   It is a girl with big eyes
   Holding her shattered skull
   My God! That look
   Has made me sleepless in my life
   
   
   If I have still got any impulse
   I would hug the sexy foot of the girl
   Tightly against my chest
   If there still is a dream
   Do not be by Lake Ontario
   Counting all of the gray hairs
   
   If still palpitating with eagerness
   Run up the National Tower
   Let the storm wash away the sadness in heart
   
   
   Since then, the blush is no longer due to shyness
   My long flying hair
   Is furious black
   Flag
   
   
   Spring 1990
(2012/09/14 发表)
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