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朗诵稿件（Recitation） 朗诵稿件(Recitation) Safety hat words Lu Wenyong's Poetry: "four words" helmet The "safe" hat words aloud: Author: Lu Wenyong Macer In April 16, 2003, Sina proposed: the water inrush accident occurred in Hunan of Lianyuan city in 71 coal mine underground water storage capacity when driving, 17 miners were trapped underground for 6 days, the rescue team found 16 of them in the body, 1 people are still missing. In the vicinity of the body of Nie Qingwen, the rescue team found a safety cap, filled with chalk words: "kinship is shed, mother owe me 200 yuan, I owe 100 yuan Deng Shuhua, Gong Zemin owes me 50 yuan, I borrowed 1000 yuan to the week after the credit cooperatives......" Is this the simplest form of text in a will? Is this a list of the life of the lower class?! Late spring 2003. Petals, like snow Another disastrous noun floated in the air And an old helmet is like a rough Skull Excavated from hundreds of meters deep underground. Of course not artifacts But the chalk that thickly crooked like bones Stung me in the eye Please note that～ Key words: the crooked will owe 17 little birds owe the sky 17 pairs of flying wings 17 husbands owe their wives and children, 17 pairs of mountains shoulder What a simple arithmetic! A full 6 days and 6 nights 17 life is in the dark hell never said goodbye to the blue sky Despair and pain are almost innate - Brothers But at that moment. When the cold water rapidly diffuse through the waist I'm a hard worker, brother! I like the golden stone brothers! You take off that hat. You finally know where there is no sunshine What kind of hats are not safe? How can you use IOUs to life message in death comes for the moment?! People owe you, you owe people. Stick out a mile Have you been in your life all those poor numbers for Laughton? How much sorrow and spicy hidden behind the pale figure?! You can't leave more words - the water comes up The size of the helmet, the length and time of the chalk are quite limited "Close kinship care." A word is a drop of pale blood! My brother! The news items are updated every day Accidents continue to flow. Who will remember tomorrow? You this helmet will and my poem And now -- my face full of tears...... 2003.5.25. Beijing Since Mai Qi I am a bronze sword Has been asleep in the bosom of the earth for thousands of years Now see the sun shining face But I was little rust I used to pierce the enemy's Breastplate Let their blood spray along my blade Their flesh and blood, fertile soil underfoot The day after the grass full of flowers Wave my men and die in battle I fell beside him and sonorous No one waved me bravely Years of dust have made their bones The thick loess covered up everything My sky from now on is a haze The fate of the meeting was that I was picked up again There is a historical memory in the rusty spot I was put on a luxury booth Under the eyes of a stunned caress I have weathered a blunt edge But I see clearly that the fundus of the soul I saw their changing faces It was these people who walked past me Sadly I moved to tears I feel sad. Our enemies are not dust My heroes are grey So the sun really sad Sun tinged the sky really tears I can only close my eyes with tears In my heart silently sacrifice the soul of man The soul does not return, the soul has scattered Heroes away never to return Neither spirit nor flag, nor soul Sword Xi, sword Xi for your break As an ordinary day. Everything written by me is eternal, only it is dying White, huge, with wrinkled skin Small bright eyes, stranded on the sands of endless ages The broken bellows pant. The tide waved its flowers away Like a crowd of admirers holding the champion to the front desk. Today I have just written the immortal words, one of the immortal Published an account of the eternal cycle of time and things According to his experience, this day will continue to pay attention to I (or someone else) will write the same verse over and over again There is no change at all. How awful and boring! Some saw God from the sword, and some from the flames Or from a reflecting mirror... Blinding noon I saw it at last: a huge white wheel The good things, the rain, the fire, the petals, the saints Gathered round the wheel, the evil ones Represented by a rogue with large limbs Fly from the high speed spinning flange into the void The existence of a thing should be able to be something else Cast a slight shadow, there is nothing to rely on their own existence Neither can light, only two men and a horse walking in the light Or two mules, a woman?. But now I and the day is always at a loss about what to do. Can't save each other. The highway on the beach A brand new car rose slowly A group of students shouted with a pennant and ran head to head Seem to greet a symbol, the eternal wheel is still spinning Let me and this day go on, write down: A huge white creature, growing in number Breathing in the sand, waiting for the salvation of a mortal man. The death of an eagle Man: a bloody rock singing the solemn and stirring song in the night...... One Man: you are sitting on a cliff, overlooking this again makes you proud of the life world: the blue ocean, undulating hills, dense jungle. These are all trembling under your wings, but now these are not yours anymore - you are old! Female: that enviable full gloss feathers now unkempt but you still intense darkness without light, too lazy to sort out, or that there is no power out. When once you have done this when Wade, you suddenly feel. At this point, you will see that you are really old. Man: you are standing on the rock, and here is the quiet sea. Now, you stand on the rocks of the sea, and you even laugh across the sea, despise everything, you belong to the sky, just like the sky belongs to you. W: but now you're standing on the rock, you just feel the blood pumping and your heart beating faster. Man: you have sharp eyes slightly closed, no longer flashing bright light, you suffer you tired you glad you proud of your silence; you pursuit of blue sky wilderness, make your blood boiling surging, outflow in vitro, infiltrating your brilliant, continue forever scenery, endless blood dripping rumble the echo in the mountains. W: so you are the eagle, you see. You begin to open your eyes to open wings, laugh at the abyss, but a shadow of death but tightly gripped you, you shook her head dolefully. Two Man: when you start from the beginning of the womb, your mother will bleed for you. With the high faith, you seem to have known that you are a stronger bird in the bird. You open the thick wings, casting a shadow in his huge grassland, the panic animal ran East Tibet, your claws and iron mouth caught another animal body. Woman: you are on the prairie permanent totem poetry burst out dazzling spark in your body, you will write the rough poet you carved into the towering mountains, fearless totem is exposed to wind and rain, you fly freely without a tie in the world, all people in the world live so that you always travel in the top of the years. Man: many years of trekking began to wear your body, you were on the cliff, weak, trembling in the wind. You look at everything around you and look at the rocks that are being slapped by your wings, and give you the last smile. Female: the golden dusk is indicating the night's coming, looking at the angel before the night, your heart is twitching violently. If you see many years ago, that deep bottomless years, the eternal dream of the night. Man: you can't stop flying, with colored stripes painted a beautiful picture of the sky, you like your mother like blood to your children, your heart rose red hope, rising rare tenderness, but all as all as the ice as trassient as a fleeting cloud, quickly dispersed, all as magnificent dream. You start the mist, you cry sad the whole cliff. Woman: you never looked back to her husband in the direction of permanent waiting, as an inherent promise of life. You have been waiting for thousands of years, huh?! You cry, you cry, you look at the green flicker of the python, swallow the young son, you begin to silence, you have no tears, no sorrow, no joy, you feel you are not an eagle. Male: Python was finally crazy fan you to pieces. You gasp and stare at your last son. You have no tears, a few drops of bright red blood flow out from your eyes and throat. Female: a clear morning, you finally let go of your only son, although he whined around you, but you still get rid of him. For you are a true eagle, and so will your son, a mighty Eagle who smiles at all things. Three Man: you are lonely all your life, and you live a sad life. You came to this world, is destined to be a lonely journey, you can with the blue sky and white clouds. You continue to transcend, only in the constant transcendence, you can feel the fullness of life. W: but now you can't go beyond. You can only look up at the white clouds and look at everything you have. You have seen so clearly the white clouds floating away from you, watching them sing the song of leisure. You fantasize that all that once made you proud will shine again under your wings, but there is nothing you can do about it. Male: high tide, sea began to make a loud sound, the waves beat heavily in the rock, the rumble of thunder general tsunami * * deeply shocked you, you can not disdain it, yes, you have never found the sea power and meaning so, you can't even look down. The waves are running, the twilight is getting worse, and you feel the sadness of a weak man. You have not catch something to eat, only a few sound bleak chosho. W: you recall the past and eagerly look forward to the arrival of something. Holy dew manna? Raging fire? Death?...... You think of your own death with terror, and you don't cry out in terror. You seem to see your body baked by someone else and torn into pieces. When you think of it, you can't stop twitching. Four Man: the night is hanging over everything. You're exhausted, and the mental terror is draining your whole life away. You gasp for breath clearly in the night. But you can't let your body sink to the ground. In the moment of death, you suddenly feel a passion and solemn and stirring that has never been before. You were once a mighty eagle, after all, you had real life! Death is the end. You don't want to regret the end of your life. Woman: once a real flight, it is enough to comfort life, not to mention your life is really flying, reflecting the tenacity of life, what can be more proud than this and proud?! Man: continuous night, aggravating the space of dignified. You are a real fly strong, your blood rolling, eyes began to shine bright light, break through the night shrouded. Woman: you struggled to shake your wings, ah! Fly, you are delighted to find themselves can actually quite fly, yes, you do not want to die on the ground in office by others. You rushed to the dark night sky, looked down at all. The abyss is dark and bottomless. You fly proudly and choose your final destination. Man: you are an eagle, and you will not yield to fate ---- an eagle without a glorious history. Woman: you call in your heart again and again, looking at the last world you have, and then crashing into the rocks...... Five Male: a tragic and shrill sound echoes in the night. Woman: a huge body floated down in the splash of blood. Man: a bloody tragic rock chirping in the night. Woman: a strong legend is sublimated here. Man: listen to the thousands of years of continuous mountains and legend, and sorrowful as song as weeping...... "The death of author" Eagle \ Xiao Qin Jian Qi One You are sitting on the cliff, overlooking this again makes you proud of the life world: the blue ocean, Rolling hills; dense jungles. These are trembling beneath your wings. But now you're full of Shiny feathers, now your former territory, intense darkness without light, soon no longer belong to you, you are old! Facing the quiet sea. You slightly moved wings, recalled on the cusp of the sprint and hover around the moon. You even smile proudly over the sea, over all. You belong to the sky, just as the sky belongs to you. You have sharp eyes closed slightly, no longer shining bright light. You suffer, you tired, you comfort, you are proud You silent, you pursue the blue sky wilderness, your blood is boiling, but with your old chapped skin flow Out of the body, infiltration of your afterglow, continued into the final landscape. Two It was your mother who infused you with the strong belief that blood made your strongest bones. You Zhang Open wings, cast huge shadows over the grasslands, and drive the terrified little animals East into Tibet, You use your claws and iron jaws to conquer the creatures of one field after another. You are on the prairie permanent totem poetry burst out dazzling spark in you, you write a poet, crude You will be writing were carved into the towering mountains, exposed to wind and rain, you fearless, such as map. Teng. Jones, you are free Fly fly in the top of the years without a tie in the world. The years have worn away your body, and now you cannot stand on the cliff and tremble in the wind. Golden The evening, in the wake of the night, watching the afterglow of the sky, your heart twitch. You stare around Everything, looking at the rocks that had been slapped by your wings, gave you the last smile. You're starting to fall in love The cry of sorrow spread to the depths of the sea. A clear morning, you finally get rid of your only son, although he whined around you, but you still But drove him away. You must drive him to independence, to the fortitude, to the mighty, to the pursuit of his ideals. At the moment, you looked at did not return the partner's direction, wait for, waiting for you in your life The last promise. You have missed your life! But today, you have no more strength to find, and can not see you Tears, because your tears never flow to my heart. Weak grief makes you feel like you're not an eagle anymore. Three You are alone all your life, and you are free all your life. You came to this world, is destined to be a lie and you walk a lonely road, blue sky White clouds associate with. You continue to surpass, in the continuous transcendence, enrich your life. You live for fear, Born for freedom, you are born for flying. But now, you can't seem to go any further. You can only look up at the white clouds and look at everything you have. You have seen so clearly the white clouds floating away from you, watching them sing the song of leisure. You fantasize about that once All that makes you proud will shine again under your wings, but there is nothing you can do about it. The tide, sea began to make a loud sound, the waves beat heavily in the rock, the rumble of thunder It's a big shock for you. You dare not gaze at it anymore. Yes, you never find the sea so invincible, So broad and eternal. The waves are running, the twilight is getting worse, you feel the sadness of a weak man. You already Not catch to eat, only a few sound bleak chosho. You recall the past, Eagerly expect something to come. Holy dew manna? Raging fire? Or die? Perish?...... You think of death, without fear and fear, with a new desire that you yearn for Another world to continue your arrogant flying. Four Night enveloped everything. You're exhausted, and you hear your breath clearly in the night. In the moment of death, you suddenly feel a passion that has never been before. You don't believe that death is final Ending。 You do not regret the end of life, you have to make the final sublimation. Once a true flight, it is enough to comfort life, not to mention that you have been flying all your life With life's tenacity, what can be more proud and proud than this?! But you are not satisfied, you have to make the last Sprint. You struggled to shake your wings - Oh, at last it flew, and you rejoiced to find that you could still fly Xiang, you rushed up the black sky, rushed to death, rushed to the final destination and rebirth. Ah you are an eagle, is not to yield the eagle, flying eagle is more than life. You're making the most of it The last time you fly, you're calling for the last time... Take a last look at the world you once owned and then hit the rock hard...... Five A tragic and piercing howl in the night resound, A brave body floated down in the splash of blood, A haughty soul rises silently on the sea, With the blood of the blood in the night in the rock record, The mountains and rivers have left a solemn and stirring legend, The sea is drifting with moving stories..........