<>this moment——<BR>a poem writen when i shrank in bed in winter</P>
<>chenjun wu</P>
<>i saw<BR>the sun was setting<BR>my heart<BR>floated in the last red shine<BR>just like the light smoke<BR>from that two chimneys<BR>which i disliked at first<BR>but now had been adapted to </P>
<><BR>this moment<BR>i realized<BR>i was standing in the bus<BR>looking through the dusty window pane<BR>staring at my destination——<BR>the factory nearby the chimney<BR>there were someone<BR>i used to have dealings with every day <BR>now a year had passed<BR>i felt them like black characters<BR>on the magazine <BR>which i picked up on the roadside</P>
<><BR>这个时候——冬天缩在床上的诗</P>
<>吴晨骏</P>
<><BR>我看到<BR>太阳落山<BR>我的心<BR>在最后一片红光里<BR>漂浮,就像<BR>本来我不喜欢<BR>现在我已适应的两只烟囱<BR>上面的轻烟</P>
<><BR>这个时候<BR>我意识到我<BR>正站在汽车里<BR>从沾满灰尘的窗玻璃<BR>这一边<BR>目视我的目的地——<BR>烟囱附近的工厂<BR>那里有一些<BR>我每天与之打交道的面孔<BR>事隔一年的今天<BR>我觉得他们像我从路边<BR>捡起的一本杂志上的<BR>铅字</P>
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