Follow the sound and follow the way

It was a diary written in German.The age is long, the number of words is not many, the language is fragmented, and the words are simple. At first glance, it is not from the hands of a master.If it weren't for the first few sentences, both Lin Yan and Mu Kang thought it would be a record of life in the mountains written by an ordinary person who loves nature.

Unfortunately it is not.

The content of the diary is shocking. From the strange perspective of both the parties involved and the bystanders, it tells about a shining soul and a dark past.

Let Lin Yan and Mu Kang, who are presumptuous people, temporarily forget the cold in that hour.

The first few pages of the notebook have been torn out, and the first visible transcript dates from July 1958, 7.

1958. 7, 14

Today's new young man has brilliant blond hair and blue eyes as beautiful as a summer sky.I heard he was an artist, a poet.I love artists, they are always special.

1958. 7, 20

He was very disobedient and had been in the interrogation room without sleep for five days, and no one could do anything about him.

He is unwilling to plead guilty.

1958. 7, 22

His blue eyes were losing their luster.

1958. 7, 24

I let him out of the interrogation room, which made Love annoyed.Is it right?I have no idea.Interrogation methods are useless to him, and this is just a waste of time.He's the kind of guy who can never plead guilty.

1958. 8, 1

I saw him at mealtime and he was sitting with a few friends, the same blue eyes as before, which was great.

1958. 8, 10

He was put in the interrogation room again.I heard it was because I wrote a poem.

1958. 8, 11

He actually read that long poem aloud in the interrogation room!Even Loew and Sivir couldn't stop him with a whip!God, I have to admit, he's a genius!

1958. 8, 12

Loew planned to find a few more people and continue to deal with him with the whip.what do I do?I can't do anything.

September 1958, 8 night

He was beaten to the brink of death, covered in blood, unable to open his eyes for a whole day, and probably would not survive.

I want to write down his new poem.It's dangerous, but I can't forget his glowing blue eyes.

"The next thing is that poem." Lin Yan paused and said, "It is too difficult for me to translate into Chinese. I will try to translate into English."

Mukang: "Yes."

anxious friend

I have anxious friends who are constantly urging me anxiously

Get out of this country!you must escape

Go out into the world!singer must sing

There is food shortage, backward system, lifeless

Send your talent to a worthy place

Protect up to 140 pounds of your artwork to those who understand their value

Ah, the man who said so to me

don't need me

they can live on perfectly

as bad as ever

don't need me

they treat me

Might as well treat a pile of dry bread

what a talent, my friend

If you don't need something yourself

What's the point of it needing to be saved?

If the work of art is removed from the crowd

They are less important to you than bread

I say to you, in solemn, written form:

if you don't need me here

What else is the world going to ask me to do?

but if you ever need me

What have I done for the world?

No!The world needs me here!

future generations need me

Right now!

Well, those anxious friends reassure:

Tell us, in solemn, written form

- need three copies

- this is the poem

-A friend about anxiety

Spread it everywhere!

1958. 8, 13

He still hasn't woken up.

Maybe he should have listened to those "anxious friends" and fled. The world didn't need him here.

1958. 8, 14

He woke up!Thank God!

1958. 8, 17

I took the opportunity to go to the infirmary to get medicine and secretly watched him.He fell asleep and lost a lot of weight, luckily his blond hair still shines brightly.

1958. 8, 20

He's back, sitting with friends at mealtime, looking in good shape.

1958. 8, 22

Love didn't intend to let him go, should I remind him to stay away from Love?But that's very dangerous. He is the key target of supervision, and I can't have personal contact with him.

1958. 8, 24

I'm not allowed to talk to him when there's only two of us, and if I'm found out, I'll be purged.

1958. 8, 25

When he was eating, Loew quarreled a few words, and Loew brought him into the interrogation room again and beat him with an iron rod.Love could certainly do that, since he has never pleaded guilty.

1958. 8, 26

Love and Sivir beat him all day.He pleaded not guilty.

1958. 8, 27

He pleaded not guilty.

Should I persuade him?It's better to pretend to be guilty than to get beaten.

1958. 8, 28

He pleaded not guilty.

I can't talk to him, that's not allowed.

1958. 8, 29

He still hadn't pleaded guilty and was about to be beaten to death.I need to find a way to get Love to stop.

1958. 8, 30

Love finally stopped, and didn't seem to want to really let him die.

1958. 9, 2

He was transferred to a second-class cell.Damn bastard!They can't do this to him!His injuries are still not healed! !

He no longer sees his "anxious friends."

1958. 9, 3

Sivir and I switched shifts and brought him lunch at noon.He talked to me through the door and asked me why there was no light and why I didn't let him out to eat.I didn't answer him because I wasn't allowed to speak to him in a situation where there were only two of us.

From now on he could only stay there alone.I can never see his blond hair and blue eyes again.

1958. 9, 8

When I went to deliver food to him at noon, he asked me when I could go out.

He can't get out unless he pleads guilty.

1958. 9, 12

Today it was my turn to deliver food, but he didn't ask any questions.

1958. 9, 19

I brought him food, but he didn't say anything.

1958. 9, 25

He didn't say anything when the meal was delivered.

1958. 9, 30

Love said he finally agreed to confess.I really hate the way Love is smug.

1958. 10, 1

He was transferred out of the second-level cell, but I didn't recognize him anymore.Gone was his brilliant blond hair and blue eyes like a summer sky, and he was skeleton-thin with dry hair and gray eyes.

……

The handwriting was blurred and blurred here.Lin Yan stopped translating and said softly, "He is crying."

Mu Kang took a deep breath: "Ah."

Lin Yan looked at the diary: "Continue?"

Mu Kang silently looked at the snow outside the window: "Yes."

1958. 10, 2

His confessional meeting is scheduled for tomorrow morning, and many people will be there.

I don't know who he is, but he's probably well known outside.

1958. 10, 3

Today's confessional was a disaster!Love's angry appearance is really unforgettable!

God, please forgive my previous self-righteousness.His eyes shone brightly in the light, more beautiful than the summer sky!

What a genius he is!I'm going to write down his last words!

Those who do what I did never change

Even if he tries to change it, it won't work!

Even if my so-called "repentance" still stinks, no,

All possible confessions will not be able to shut this open mouth

Therefore, I look pitiful now, and I have nothing in my soul to be pitied!

Come and overthrow my lowliness!Oh, let this parasite have some use:

This scumbag will teach everyone an inspiring and intimidating lesson!

1958. 10, 4

He's in a second-tier cell, again.I should have thought earlier, there is no way he would plead guilty!Damn it!He will never plead guilty!

1958. 10, 8

They're going to waterboard, I've never fucking seen that used on a human!I have to do something for him, I have to tell him.

1958. 10, 9

I found an opportunity to switch shifts with Sivir, and I must tell him when I deliver his meals tomorrow.

1958. 10, 10

I stood outside the door for a long time, he should have seen it, but he didn't talk to me, and neither did I.

Damn.Why didn't I speak?Why? ?

1958. 10, 12

He was sent to a waterboarding cell.Good God, if you could hear my confession, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but I can't get into his cell, I can't see him!Please help me!Please help me!

1958. 10, 14

I can't see him!

1958. 10, 15

I went to find Love, and he said that he didn't know either, that once the prisoner was transferred to the water boarding cell, we would not be responsible.

God, what should I do?

1958. 10, 16

I can't see him! !

1958. 10, 17

I can't see him! ! ! !

1958. 10, 18

He was transferred out!Thank God!

I have already changed shifts with my colleague, no matter what tomorrow, even if it is cleaning, I will have to talk to him.

October 1959 October

He took the initiative to talk to me when delivering the meal. Judging from his voice, he should be in good spirits.He has a new poem called "Autumn is about to fade", and it is beautifully written.He read it to me through the door, begging me to write it down.

softly

snow swallowed the garden

rust covered bare tree trunk

还 有 风

easily harvested crops

and sparrows on the bushes

autumn is dying

quickly

winter will bloom

One by one

it tells every square inch

the world will be at peace

except us

yes except us

I was so moved by his poems that I forgot to talk to him.It doesn't matter, I can think about what to say to him when I deliver food next time.I have a lot to say, and I must persuade him.I can tell him that I can help him make an excellent sentence record, give him a good review, and he will be free soon.That's right, I'll tell him then: You just have to go out and see the end of autumn and the snow that's about to fall.

This is the longest piece of text so far, the notes are coherent, and the urgency and excitement of the writer jump between the lines.After Lin Yan finished reading the last word of this diary written on October 1959, 10, his hands suddenly trembled uncontrollably.

Mu Kang looked away from the snow outside the window, reached out and took the diary away from Lin Yan.

Lin Yan lowered his head and said, "Let me finish reading."

Mu Kang said hoarsely, "Enough."

Lin Yan: "Not much."

Mukang: "TheAutumn has Its Autumn, you just read that."

Lin Yan: "...um."

Mu Kang said in a deep voice, "Look at me, Lin Yan."

Lin Yan slowly raised his head, his eyes were slightly red, and he looked at Mu Kang sadly.

Mu Kang said to Lin Yan word by word: "He is dying."

Lin Yan said quietly: "Yes."

Mu Kang put the diary back, closed the lid, and looked into Lin Yan's eyes: "No need to read it."

Lin Yan stubbornly picked up the diary again: "There is a beginning and an end, let me finish reading it."

The brutal ending of the story is on the next page, unexpectedly and as expected.

1959. 10, 20

he died.A man died alone in his cell.

1959. 10, 22

I killed him.

There are only a few short lines on this page, and the next record appears on the next page.Time flies by in Lin Yan's hands, and when we meet again, the whole spring, summer, autumn and winter have passed.

1960. 10, 20

It's been a year since he died.

1961. 10, 20

He died two years ago.

1962. 10, 20

The third year.

1963. 10, 20

fourth year.

……

1989. 10, 20

No. 30 years after his death, that wall came down.

Autumn is about to wither, and winter will not bloom again.

1990. 10, 20

He has been dead for 31 years, and I finally found a place where there is blue like his eyes, more beautiful than the summer sky.

I will spend the rest of my life here to redeem my sins.

Silence is guilty.

From the day he appeared in front of me, I was in a panic.His blond hair got me hooked, as did his blue eyes.

I could have saved him, but chose to remain silent.

My fear killed him.

The last line of the diary was written in English, and Lin Yan did not translate it.He handed the notebook to Mu Kang, turned and walked out without looking back.

The glare of sunlight reflected on the snowy ground is reflected on the yellowed paper, and the text binds two bloody and different souls, making them entangled endlessly, intertwined with pain, solidifying history, and meeting destined people through time.

Ilive in the better half

Andsuffertwicethepain

——by Him

The author has something to say

Rest tomorrow, update the day after tomorrow.

Regarding these four poems: they are all works of the German poet Wolf Biermann. The original text is in German and I don’t quite understand it. After all, it is different from Lin Zhi’s realm.The Chinese in the article is mainly based on the translated English version, with my rough translation level of less than one-tenth of a bucket of water, without any rhythm or anything, I am really sorry everyone... let alone Mr. WolfBiermann .

But the idiot Mu listened to Lin Zhi's translated English, and he understood both the rhyme and the meaning of the poem very well.

I will post the English version on Weibo, interested little angels can refer to it.