Poetry dedication of Taiyuan Command College of Armed Police

A poem dedicated to Taiyuan Command College of Armed Police.

Author: Nan (Dong Bin, retired from Taiyuan Command College of Armed Police)

As a kind of story

The old gun has become my memory.

The sound across the sky

In the dark night

Flash sketch.

The dazzling radian flashed by.

Flying feathers fall

The rest of the blood is bright red.

And the smell of gunpowder.

aim at

You must be fixed into a solidified sculpture.

Start shooting

The bull's eye is the target.

Half the weight of 7 pounds.

involve

The fate of many creatures

two

Snow is white.

At first, the soul was also white.

Everything is white.

White begins with life.

Even transparent.

Crawl in the snow and aim.

After the gunfire

A bird fell.

Red has become a language.

Began to explain life

Life begins with red.

Blood flows from the heart.

When blood appears,

Humans began to believe in immortality.

Belief totem

three

The heart is bloody.

Blood began to nourish the brain.

Life is born from matter.

Start with the spirit

Religion is the twin brother of mankind.

Faith is the original sin.

distinguish

One is good and the other is evil.

The totem became its foot.

Walk along the edge of the cliff

four

History is an extension of blood color.

Like the birth of life.

The legend of the night is silent in the dizziness of wine.

Thought lost its way.

There is no flat place in this mountain.

The spiritual gap is always rugged.

five

The hot sun took a breath after a long run100000 miles.

Emergency and low

A burst of gunfire at the mixed shooting range

Hongri xixia

There are white feathers flying over the horizon.

Clear pigeon whistle

Singing a song of victory in the evening breeze

Arranged in a neat phalanx under the starlight

The gilded sunset danced into the clouds with a smile.

Colorful neon clouds hide shyly in the mountains.

six

Hitchcock's suspense

All the agglutinates are in the mailbox.

That square inch of red postmark.

Color camouflage

Store the thoughts of the whole world

In the tofu block in the military restricted zone

Language is condensed into a silent pen.

Full of sweat and ink

Walk with square steps

Express all green ideas

And bloody emotions.