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死亡在我身上割开一个伤口,黑暗灌了进来,每一个细胞都被冰冷吞噬,舌根僵硬,那么,从此以后我就缄口不言了吗?不,该说的还是要说,比如疼痛,尊严,和自由。真正的残忍是一抹假意的微笑,而不是暴跳如雷的叱骂,我不怪他,因为我知道谁才是真正的阴谋者,也知道他不是死神,而是我最敬服的英雄。总是存在的,死亡,在每一个人身上流淌,可是我不怕,我只怕世间失去忠勇之人,怕小人当道,怕再也没有人愿意开口提醒我,怕万马齐喑,怕一错再错。死亡是退怯和沉默,然而此刻,至少此刻,
Death cuts a wound on me, the darkness is poured in, every cell is engulfed in ice, the base of the tongue is stiff, then, then I say nothing? No, it should be said, such as pain, dignity , And freedom. The real brutality is a fake smile instead of a furious curse. I do not blame him because I know who the real conspirator is and I know he is not the death but the hero I most admire. Always exist, death, flowing in everybody, but I am not afraid, I am only afraid of loyalty in the world, afraid of villains, fear no one would like to open my mouth to remind me of fear, . Death is retreat and silence, but at the moment, at least for now,