<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">文，诗歌剑客</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">没有加枪携棒</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">没有叱咤风云</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那些行走在街上的</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">现在都剩下了老弱残兵</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">再好的马路</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">也遮不住农村的荒凉</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那些被资本洗劫一空的地方</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">除了城市和夕阳</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">剩下的就是寒冷</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">夜已分不清是非曲直</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">路上还留着一丝灯亮</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">所谓辉煌的背后</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">却隐匿着无数次第的讽刺</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一排排一行行</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">那些毫无意义的树木依旧挺立着</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">发出铜臭的味道</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">北风加杂着零下二十度的严寒</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">在慢慢的剥皮抽筋</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">一次次的</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">毫不费力的</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">偷走了中国人的血性和脊梁</span></p>