In Memoriam: Lin Zhao
I always wish I could lay a sprig of plum blossom on Lin Zhao's grave. A single bullet that was worth five cents in her time ended her life. It also began her legend.
When alive, she was already known to bite more than a few bullets, idiomatically speaking. For a young woman, that's a lot. For this young woman, that's a daily affair - and her days were numbered.
To compensate for her shortened life, she lengthened her bright dream in a dark age.
I don't know if the dark age she died in is over. I only know that the bright dream she died for isn't.
林昭
敢正乾坤敢守真,自由魂出死囚身。
獨鳴夜海啁啾曉,交響冬原霹靂春。
驚蟄眾聞龍在野,平居誰念鳳歸塵?
江山血淚中華墨,灑滿芳碑一字仁。
(平水韻上平十一真)
江靈颺原創