记得有位诗人曾经说过:“女人是用水与火做成,有火的炽热,有水的柔情……” 你——薛为凤,一个矿山的女人,正是水与火的精灵。 你弱小单薄的躯体里洋溢着坚贞之美,你端庄清癯的眉宇间散发着灵秀之气,你纤弱的肩头承受了失去丈夫的重创,早早领略到了孤儿寡母的滋味。但是见到你的人都说你有一颗炽热的心,好似那不知疲倦的火苗在闪动、在燃烧…… I remember a poet once said: “The woman is made of water and fire, hot fire, water tenderness ... ...” You - Xue Weifeng, a woman in the mine, it is the wizard of water and fire. Your weak and thin body is full of beauty and integrity, your dignified clear brow exudes a sense of grace, your delicate shoulders to suffer the loss of her husband, early taste of the taste of orphans and widowed mother. But the people who meet you say you have a hot heart, as if the indefatigable flames are flashing and burning ...