已冬，深夜，北风如刀，滴水成冰，我低缩在梦中。突然被一种声音惊醒，消防车的警笛声由远而近，又由近而远。那急驰的车轮仿佛从我的每一根神经上碾过。我披衣坐起，眼前幻化出一片火海，是兴安岭森林大火？还是黄岛油库的大火？火灾呵，你、吞噬掉多少无辜的生命，毁掉多少 Winter, late at night, the north wind, such as a knife, dripping into ice, I shrink in the dream. Suddenly awakened by a voice, the fire engine siren sound from far and near, but also from the near. The galloping wheel seemed to run over every nerve of mine. I am dressed in clothes, in front of a sea of ​​fire turned out to be a forest fire Xingan Ling? Or Huangdao depot fire? How many innocent lives you have devoured?