Type: Poet Author: Shan Jian Tree 2006-11-21published in Chatianxiang.
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I experienced a fire on my way to the country today.
The fire changed from small to large.
Although there are reporters and cameras around.
But there is no way.
Combustion, 1 19, 1 19.
The mobile phone is angry, the time is
A minute passed.
Fire at this time is inhuman.
No hands and feet.
No morality, no order.
all wet
It has become a lesson without leaving a tile.
The fire truck arrived late.
The reality is already very serious.
Water, water from the central nervous system
Non-slender straw
Not in the name of subversion
firefighters
A water gun held high
A reporter passing by photographed it with a camera.
Burning, there is responsibility.
Cause panic in the whole village
Burning, there is responsibility.
collapse
Fortunately, there is no one in the room.
Luckily, everyone in the room ran out.
City of fire
Ji xian
Through the window of your soul,
In the deepest and darkest place,
I saw a burning city without a fire brigade.
And naked madness.
I heard it, from the boundless waves
My name is ringing,
Lover's name, enemy's name,
And the names of countless living and dead people.
When I answered gently,
When you say "Oh, here I am",
I also became a teacher.
A terrible fire in the city.
Before the fire
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Before the fire
It's skyfire
This is a man-made disaster.
The fire lit up everything.
Swallow everything
Including dependence on survival
fire
arouse
And the depths of the soul
The darkest corner
Burn the last one.
Like weeds.
A numb nerve
Facing the flame
Face the heat together
Not only houses, but also forests.
And human eyes.
Sink with fire
In front of the fire
Is the absolute truth
And fairness
What is uneven is the refraction of the mind.
True human nature
At this moment.
All false and noble coats
Burn mercilessly
Show nudity.
And the soul
fire
This is a natural disaster and a man-made disaster.
It is the baptism of the human soul again and again.
After the fire
It is the fairness of human beings.
Fairness with nothing
It is the fairness of the soul.
They all cry the same.
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