地:在城市的灯海里,到处都安排写手们的宿营在那高高的楼房上,有我们无数的好兄弟。……听,这可不是真正的《游击队之歌》,这是撰稿游击队员唱的歌。这些年,我以文会友,结交了不少的撰稿人,他们有的以撰稿为生,有的以撰稿为乐,都无一例外地奔忙在码字的键盘上。忽一日,群中有消息,擅写散文诗的老三身体有恙,在医院 Where: in the city of lights, writers are arranged everywhere in the high buildings, with our countless brothers. ... Listen, this is not a real “song of the guerrillas”. This is the song sung by guerrillas. In recent years, I have made a lot of copywriters and friends. Some of them writers for a living, and some writers for the sake of writing. They all rush to the code-word keyboard without exception. Suddenly, there are news in the group, good at writing Prose Poetry, the third of the body with ailments, in the hospital