笔者平生,一介布衣。匹马单枪,游击西北。马是想象之马,此乃诗人之坐骑;枪是笔墨之枪,此为作文之武器;除此之外,别无长物。数十年来,虽未为官,却也见官无数,其中有不少优秀人物,也不乏有贪官劣吏。昨日台上端坐,忽闻滚鞍落马,伸手被捉。每闻此例,感慨良多,遂起为贪官画像之心, I life, a commoner. Horse single gun, guerrilla northwest. Horse is a horse of imagination, this is the poet’s mount; gun is a pen and ink gun, this is a weapon for composition; In addition, do not no longer objects. For decades, though not official, but also see numerous, many of whom are outstanding people, there are also many corrupt officials. Stage sit yesterday, suddenly heard rolling saddle, hand caught. Every case of this smell, a lot of emotion, then played the image of the heart of corrupt officials,