我写过一首诗《如果我的寂寞是一条井巷》:我不会拒绝一块煤炭/我看见我的痛苦像燃烧的煤炭/我看见我的快乐像燃烧的煤炭/煤炭的烈焰就是矿工的热情/煤炭的沉默就是矿工的深情/如果我的寂寞是一条井巷/我愿用我的青春去开拓/我让一块煤炭在我的诗行上燃烧/我让一首诗点燃我对煤炭的情......这些年,在煤矿默默地工作,好像根扎在了这里。我所在的这个煤矿离一座城市较远,虽说离开了喧嚣,它也逃不掉一条脏兮兮的水泥路。这里脏的原因是这儿有一座开发的山,弥漫的灰尘飞扬着,仿佛要吞噬 I wrote a poem “If my loneliness is a well lane”: I will not refuse a piece of coal / I see my pain like a burning coal / I see my happiness like a burning coal / The flames of coal are the miners’ Passion / the silence of the coal is the miners’ affection / If my loneliness is a well / I would like to use my youth to open up / I let a piece of coal burn in my poetry line / I let a poem light me on the coal Love ... ... all these years, working quietly in coal mines, as if rooted in here. The coal mine where I am located is far away from a city. Although it is noisy, it can not escape a dirty concrete road. The reason for the dirty here is that there is a hill developed here, filled with dust, as if to swallow