“朝闻道，夕死可矣”——一个农民的回答|“If I Hear the Dao in the Morning...” — A Farmer‘s Answer | Wen Dao Yu Ye

一个农民分到了三亩地。他跨过鸭绿江，用命去守。倒下的时候，嘴里念的不是功名，是“我家……分到了……” 对那个年代的人来说，“耕者有其田”就是他们的道。闻到了这道，死也不怕。 这首歌，写给所有用命守住这片土地的人。 🎵 《闻道于野》｜“朝闻道，夕死可矣” This song is not about philosophy. It‘s about land. For thousands of years, Chinese peasants dreamed of one thing: “Land to the tiller.” In the 1950s, that dream finally came true. They received their own fields — and when war came, they crossed the frozen Yalu River to defend that dream with their lives. A soldier fell in a foreign snow mountain. His last wish: bury my name on my own field ridge. That was their Dao. Not in books, but in the soil. Lyrics excerpt: If I hear the Dao in the morning, I may die in the evening — For the small field at home, For the smoke rising from the kitchen, For the land that turned over, For the hard-won spring light. I put on my uniform and cross the frozen Yalu River! About this song Based on Confucius: “If I hear the Dao in the morning, I may die in the evening.” Inspired by the land reform and the Korean War A tribute to ordinary people who found their Dao in the soil