我来了,我喊一声,迸着血泪,“这不是我的中华,不对不对。”我来了,因为我听见你叫我;鞭着时间的罡风,擎一把火,我来了,不知道是一场空喜。我会见的是噩梦,那里是你?那是恐怖、是噩梦挂着悬崖,那不是你,那不是我的心爱。我追问青天,逼视八面的风,我问,拳头擂着大地的赤胸,总问不 I came, I shouted, burst into tears of blood, “This is not my China, right or wrong.” I came because I heard you called me; whipped time Gang, a fire engine, I came, Do not know is a hi hi. I met with a nightmare, where are you? It is horrible, is a nightmare hanging on the cliff, it is not you, it is not my love. I asked the sky, forced eight winds, I asked, fist trumpeting the earth’s chest, the general asked