一支深沉而浑厚的歌 ,一首苍凉而悲怆的诗。桅杆上 ,升起一个无言的沉默 ;纤绳里 ,凝聚一股涌动的激情。在瘦长而逶迤的纤道上 ,烙下一串串带血的趾印。在险峻而嶙峋的峭壁上 ,拉出一道道殷红的勒痕。腰杆 ,累弯了 ,可信念从未弯过腰 ;躯体 ,匍匐着 ,然意志从未消沉过。江水汹 A deep and vigorous song, a desolate and sad poem. On the mast, raised a silent silence; rope, gather a surging passion. On a slender, sloppy track, a string of bloody toe prints. In the steep and staggering cliffs, pulled out a bright red Le marks. Yaobei, tired of bending, the faith never bent over the waist; body, prostrate, but the will never be depressed. River turbulent