長歌行
長歌行
2022年徐州鐵鏈女事件
春暖大地，萬物復甦，奧運方罷大炮響，人間難得有太平。然太平盛世又如何，不見徐州女事，天下洶洶，不過如此，如何能塵埃落定，收拾人心？鬱結於胸，不吐不快，遂歌以誌之。
人事飄零似鬼催，朝朝暮暮不得歸。
若無當年一悶棍，哪有今日無窮悲。
孤苦流離不辭遠，杜鵑啼血隨風轉。
受盡人間無量罪，才知世界不要俺。
一時無妄入江淮，身陷魔窟出不來。
窮官惡吏破落戶，滿屋都是狼與豺。
黨員幹部皆是客，佔盡蒼生無限惡。
凌虐強姦無休止，蝸居地窖生八個。
牙周脫落舌重創，幸有神明沒破相。
折磨哪管身與魂，憤恨滿膺難名狀。
大國崛起震乾坤，盛世無處不脫貧。
我在徐州為奴婢，豈敢自稱中國人。
帝都奧運氣如虹，全民交讚谷愛凌。
都是人間乖乖女，造化弄人何不同。
我家富厚居天府，掌上明珠未知苦。
一夕被拐無從覓，縱然家父出行伍。
思兒切切腸寸斷，地北天南求之遍。
鬱鬱成疾別世間，天上猶聞女哭喚。
神州電眼無死角，封人何曾誤分秒。
若論拐賣人口事，君見誰人曾被找。
我佩狗鏈不得動，唯有爺娘來入夢。
命若遊絲心漸灰，將赴輪迴誰與共。
夢裡依稀還四川，海棠春色峨眉巔。
紫雲飄渺無定處，未遇家父只逢仙。
仙人憐我哀婉容，點撥寰宇起輿情。
鄉音未改烏髮在，世人方信是李瑩。
衙門人販本一胚，慣常顛倒白與黑。
官家調查五連報，猶認我是小花梅。
悠悠眾口怎能防，抓人刪帖築高牆。
我心早已寒徹骨，只願脫身見爹娘。
轉頭下望人寰處，不見徐州見霾霧。
條條蜀道通四方，何處是奴回家路。
寫於 2022年2月27日
No Road Home
A Ballad
Spring had returned, and the earth awakened once more. The Winter Olympics had just ended, yet the echoes of war still lingered across the world. Peace, so often desired, remained fragile.
Then came the story of the chained woman in Xuzhou. It stirred a wave of public grief and disbelief, raising questions that no official explanation could easily silence. Long after the headlines faded, the unease remained. I found no peace until these thoughts were given voice in verse.
Each dawn arrived yet never brought me back;
Each night returned with sorrow on its track.
One reckless blow unmade my former days;
One stolen road became a lifelong maze.
I wandered far where no kind voices stayed;
A lone bird sang while all my hope decayed.
When every wound had stripped my soul laid bare,
I learned the world had never known me there.,
A stranger's road became my prison wall;
I crossed its gate—and never left at all.
The law stood mute, while wolves were free to reign;
Each face I met looked calmly past my pain.
The hands that swore to guard instead betrayed;
Their silence bound me deeper every day.
Through endless nights my body ceased to be;
Eight children came, yet none could set me free.
My teeth were gone; my wounded tongue fell still,
Yet Heaven spared the likeness of my will.
They broke the flesh, but reached no deeper part;
Their chains could bind my hands—not all my heart.
The crowds rejoiced beneath triumphant skies;
I watched their glory through forgotten eyes.
They crowned an age of glory, pride, and fame;
In chains I lived, forgotten without name.
The crowds acclaimed a young Olympian's name;
One nation lifted her to lasting fame.
We both were daughters beneath the selfsame sky;
One learned to soar, while one forgot to fly.
I too was cherished, safe from want or care;
My parents held me like a jewel rare.
One night I vanished, leaving not a trace;
No soul could ever find my hiding place.
My father searched through every road and plain;
Each rising dawn renewed his grief again.
His heart grew frail beneath unending pain;
In Heaven still he calls my name in vain.
A thousand watchful eyes surveyed the land;
No passing face escaped their strict command.
Yet when a daughter disappeared one day,
No soul was sent to trace her stolen way.
Bound by an iron collar, day by day;
Only in dreams my father found the way.
My life hung by the thinnest thread of air;
Who waits beyond when no one meets me there?
I dreamed of Sichuan wrapped in springtime light;
Mount Emei glowed beneath the fading night.
Purple clouds drifted through the endless sky;
I met the saints—but not my father's eyes.
The immortals heard my silent plea;
They stirred the world to look and speak for me.
My native voice, my hair, my face remained;
At last my true identity was claimed.
The lies stood firm where truth should long have led;
They painted white what should have stained them red.
Though truth stood clear for every eye to see;
They knew my face—but would not name it me.
Though countless voices rose, more walls were raised;
Their words were chained, their every whisper erased.
My heart had frozen long beyond all pain;
I wished to see my father once again.
I turned to gaze upon the world below;
Only mist remained where home should glow.
A thousand roads were made for all to roam;
But which one leads me back to my own home?
Each night returned with sorrow on its track.
One reckless blow unmade my former days;
One stolen road became a lifelong maze.
I wandered far where no kind voices stayed;
A lone bird sang while all my hope decayed.
When every wound had stripped my soul laid bare,
I learned the world had never known me there.,
A stranger's road became my prison wall;
I crossed its gate—and never left at all.
The law stood mute, while wolves were free to reign;
Each face I met looked calmly past my pain.
The hands that swore to guard instead betrayed;
Their silence bound me deeper every day.
Through endless nights my body ceased to be;
Eight children came, yet none could set me free.
My teeth were gone; my wounded tongue fell still,
Yet Heaven spared the likeness of my will.
They broke the flesh, but reached no deeper part;
Their chains could bind my hands—not all my heart.
The crowds rejoiced beneath triumphant skies;
I watched their glory through forgotten eyes.
They crowned an age of glory, pride, and fame;
In chains I lived, forgotten without name.
The crowds acclaimed a young Olympian's name;
One nation lifted her to lasting fame.
We both were daughters beneath the selfsame sky;
One learned to soar, while one forgot to fly.
I too was cherished, safe from want or care;
My parents held me like a jewel rare.
One night I vanished, leaving not a trace;
No soul could ever find my hiding place.
My father searched through every road and plain;
Each rising dawn renewed his grief again.
His heart grew frail beneath unending pain;
In Heaven still he calls my name in vain.
A thousand watchful eyes surveyed the land;
No passing face escaped their strict command.
Yet when a daughter disappeared one day,
No soul was sent to trace her stolen way.
Bound by an iron collar, day by day;
Only in dreams my father found the way.
My life hung by the thinnest thread of air;
Who waits beyond when no one meets me there?
I dreamed of Sichuan wrapped in springtime light;
Mount Emei glowed beneath the fading night.
Purple clouds drifted through the endless sky;
I met the saints—but not my father's eyes.
The immortals heard my silent plea;
They stirred the world to look and speak for me.
My native voice, my hair, my face remained;
At last my true identity was claimed.
The lies stood firm where truth should long have led;
They painted white what should have stained them red.
Though truth stood clear for every eye to see;
They knew my face—but would not name it me.
Though countless voices rose, more walls were raised;
Their words were chained, their every whisper erased.
My heart had frozen long beyond all pain;
I wished to see my father once again.
I turned to gaze upon the world below;
Only mist remained where home should glow.
A thousand roads were made for all to roam;
But which one leads me back to my own home?