列车系列文稿（之二）——在纪念中国人民抗日战争暨世界反法西斯战争胜利80周年之际，以列车系列文稿铭记苦难辉，

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第三部：铁龙骈赋

郭炳淦

2025年8月25日星期一

农历七月初三

夫东方巨龙者，天地之正气，华夏之精魂。其脊为万里长城，其脉为千寻铁轨，其啸为蒸汽汽笛，其怒为复仇炮火。岁在丁丑，倭寇犯华，龙醒而怒目，鳞甲皆竖，爪牙俱张。

若夫钢轮碾月，铁轨铺霜。司炉少年添炭，鬓角染烟；司机老将操柄，目眦裂眶。穿太行则群星摇落，渡黄河则浊浪分扬。每遇敌机追袭，车头喷吐黑云；但闻炮弹呼啸，车厢迸发赤光。扳道工断指扳岔，血凝道钉；警卫班裸身御寒，体温化钢。真可谓：铁骨撑将社稷坠，丹心补得金瓯伤。

至若地下长城，山中武库。水轮机转，兵械坊开。独臂匠人削弹如削梨，女学生计算弹道如绣花。弹药箱垒作屏藩，枪械堆自成丘壑。列车穿膛而过，携雷霆万钧；民众箪食以迎，献粟帛千箱。老妪抛腌菜于车厢，童子掷暖袋于煤斗。此乃：亿兆民心铸弹头，八荒正气充药膛。

及至最后征程，受降捷报。铁龙振鳞而啸，声震三山五岳；欢潮沿轨奔流，泪洒四海九渊。昔时血染之轨，今朝稻浪翻涌；往日弹坑之地，此刻棉朵如云。然则巨龙未尝安眠，其轨愈延愈远，其轮愈转愈坚。承载火箭卫星之重，输送水电站坝之钢。铁轨纵横，已成大地经脉；汽笛鸣响，永作盛世宏声。

嗟乎！铁龙非铁，乃民族脊梁；钢轨非钢，实文明薪传。今撰骈文以记，非止怀往昔之峥嵘，更为证来日之辉煌：东方巨龙，永驰不歇！

第四部：英文版：Ode to the Iron Dragon

郭炳淦

2025年8月25日星期一

农历七月初三

Behold the Eastern Dragon—a vessel of heaven’s righteousness, the immortal soul of Cathay.

Its spine is the Great Wall, its veins the endless rails; its roar is the steam whistle, its wrath the avenging cannon.

In the year of Ding Chou (1937), the invaders swept in like ravens.

The Dragon awoke, eyes blazing, scales bristling, claws bared.

Steel wheels crushed the moonlight; iron tracks glinted with frost.

Young stokers fed the furnace, their temples streaked with soot; veteran engineers gripped the throttle, their gaze piercing the storm.

Through the Taihang Mountains they carved, shaking the stars from the sky; across the Yellow River they charged, parting the furious waves.

When enemy planes pursued, the locomotive spewed black clouds; when shells screeched overhead, the train cars answered with red fire.

Switchmen threw levers with bleeding hands, their blood sealing the railroad spikes; guards bared their bodies to the cold, their warmth melting the frost.

Truly: iron bones held up the falling nation; crimson hearts mended the shattered land.

In hidden arsenals buried deep within mountains,

Water turbines hummed, workshops buzzed.

One-armed craftsmen shaped shells like peeling pears; schoolgirls calculated trajectories like embroidering flowers.

Ammo boxes rose like walls; rifles lay stacked like hills.

The train roared through the caverns, carrying the weight of thunder; people lined the tracks offering food, cloth, and hope.

Elders tossed pickled vegetables into passing cars; children threw hand-warmers into coal tenders.

Thus: the will of millions shaped every bullet; the spirit of the land filled every charge.

And when at last victory was declared,

The Iron Dragon shook its scales and roared, echoing across all peaks and seas;

Tears of joy flowed along the rails, washing over the four oceans and nine realms.

Where tracks were once stained with blood, now golden rice waves sway;

Where craters once scarred the earth, white cotton blooms like clouds.

Yet the Dragon never rests—its tracks stretch farther still, its wheels turn ever stronger.

It carries rockets and satellites, supports dams and power grids.

The iron rails, crisscrossing the land, have become the nation’s veins;

The steam whistle, forever sounding, sings the anthem of a new age.

Ah! The Iron Dragon is not mere iron—it is the spine of a people;

The steel track is not mere steel—it is the pulse of civilization.

I write this ode not only to honor the past, but to proclaim the future:

The Eastern Dragon runs onward, forever unceasing!

人民战争就是那无敌的力量！

战无不胜的毛泽东思想万岁！