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 后审判
　　祁鸿升
当我讲起这个故事时，
那辆车已经开出了阳光地带，
永远响在夜色里的鸣笛，
像是女司机最后的呐喊，
再一次震醒了我们麻木已久的心灵。
那天也许很晴朗，
那天本该有和平鸽的哨音叫亮云空，
那天女司机开着车，
开着她的幸福与憧憬开始了一天的生活。
但她哪里知道，人生的方向盘有时会突然改变正确的走向，
在太阳的黑子里走失生命的踪影。
三个乘客，三个歹徒，三台早已没有了灵魂与方向的邪恶机器，
他们走向了女司机———漂亮的女司机，
他们要用自己的兽性辗压我们可以称之为青春花朵的女司机。
一辆客车的上空出现了乌云的氛围，情急之中呼救的女司机，
她将希望的锚抛向乘客良知的码头时，
我们看到了死寂的人群里一根根称之为脊梁的东西骨裂的情景，
噤若寒蝉、无动于衷，那些丧失膝盖里黄金的小写了自己人格的生命，
他们正远离作为英雄甚至人的标准。
“住手！”一个瘦弱的青年终于应声奋起，
他要用最细弱的阳光逼近车厢里越发浓重的夜色。
他很快被打倒在地，像另一片花朵，
被秋风吹落在地的洇血花朵，他所代表的正义弱小得几乎可以忽略不计，
在这个世界，还有什么比正义倒在罪恶的铁拳下更让人心痛？
瘦弱青年再次奋起，他呼喊全车人制止暴行的声音
却像粒粒尘埃飘落进死寂的大海。
三个歹徒，三匹被怯懦鼓动着勇气的野狼，
他们将女司机拖进山林草丛，被拖进的还有一群乘客作为人的尊严。
半小时后，三个歹徒带着女司机回来了，
但我们知道一片灿烂的人生云霞已经隐进了大山的沉默和河流的呜咽。
女司机重新坐回了驾驶座位，她坐在痛苦与绝望之上，
不只是贞操的失落，不只是黄昏即将来临的困惑。
车又将行，她赶下那个瘦弱男子，
那个敢在凶恶面前亮出人性应有底色的男子。
愤怒让瘦弱的男子成为一头狮子，他不明白这个女司机会投桃报恶，
他吼叫着坚守自己的座位，
在人格的高度上，他还没有学会走下坡路。
但我们看到了原本没有勇气呼吸的乘客同心协力
将这辆车上唯一的良心赶下车去，
继续前行的车变轻了，
我们知道真正的重金属的人生才会使我们感受到所谓的重量。
歹徒们笑了，乘客们笑了，
他们相信自己的力量可以扭曲许多原本纯正的人生。
女司机启动了车，启动了静默燃烧着血管的火焰，
她要将车开向另一个重新洗礼人生的方向。
车到了山顶，到了天堂的高度，
加速的车里，闪动过一条条愤怒的闪电，
然后像一片落叶从悬崖上飘落下去，
并像墨色的花朵盛开在第二天当地报纸的头条新闻上，
“伏虎山区昨日发生惨祸，一中巴摔下山崖。
车上司机和十三名乘客无一生还”
我们知道这是一个动态的完美审判过程，
我们没有多少理由对这个女司机的庄严宣判说不。
只是悬垂她眼角的泪滴落下来，
滴落平和岁月不再止息的雨季，
让我们难以离开这片潮湿的感知。
而带走黑色的罪恶与一群乌鸦的聒噪，
留下照亮世界的孤独星辰，
这是一个女司机唯一能做的最后抉择。
注： 在国内某地，一个女司机开着一辆中巴客车行驶在公路上，
突然被三个歹徒盯上，并强迫女司机下车陪他们“玩玩”，
女司机情急呼救，乘客们噤若寒蝉，只有一瘦弱男青年奋起响应，
但很快被打倒，女司机被歹徒们带下车进行了污辱，半小时后，
女司机与歹徒们一起回到车上，车又将行时，女司机让瘦弱男青年下车，
男青年不肯，在众乘客们的协助下，终于赶走了这个 “异类”。
直到女司机将车从山顶开向悬崖的一刹那，乘客与歹徒们才明白
这个女司机的真正用意：女司机用生命对他们进行了最后的宣判。
rear judge
Qi Hongsheng
When I talk in the story,
The car has been out of the Sun Belt,
Always ring the siren in the night,
Such as driver last cry
Once again awakened the hearts of our long-numbing.
That may be fine,
The dove of peace this day the whistle called the bright cloud space,
That driver drove
Drove her vision began a day of happiness and life.
But she knows where life is sometimes a sudden change in the steering wheel to the right,
Black house lost in the sun sign of life.
Three passengers, three gangsters, three had no soul and direction of the evil machines
They went to the driver the driver --- a beautiful,
They use their own animal rolling flower of youth that we can call the driver.
A dark cloud appeared over bus atmosphere, desperate for help among the driver,
She will want to throw the anchor pier conscience of passengers,
We saw dead people in the backbone of what is called a root fractures of the scene,
Silent, indifferent, who have lost lower-case knee in his own personal gold life
They are far from the standards as a hero and even people.
"Stop!" Answered a frail youth finally rise up,
He will use sunlight approaching the thin compartment of the night more and more strong.
He was soon knocked to the ground, as another piece of flowers,
By autumn wind in the blood of flowers to the Yin, he represents just the weak almost negligible,
In this world, there is nothing more than just the iron fist down on crime is even more painful?
Thin youth rose up again, he shouted passengers to stop the voice of violence
Lili falling into silence like a sea of dust.
Three criminals, three were inspired with courage cowardly wolf
They will be dragged into the forest grass driver, was dragged along with a group of passengers as human dignity.
Half an hour later, three criminals with a driver back,
But we know that a bright clouds have hidden life into the silence of the mountains and rivers of sadness.
Driver again get back on the driving seat, she sat on top of pain and despair,
Not only the loss of virginity, not just the evening coming confusion.
Hour later, she was driven from the thin man
That showed the human face of evil dare background should be the man.
The man became angry so thin a lion, he does not understand this driver will vote for evil peach,
He shouted stick to their seats,
The height of personality, he has not learned to decline.
But we see the passengers had the courage to breathe together
Conscience will only drive this car off to go
Move the car lighter, and
We know that real life will be so heavy that we feel the so-called weight.
Gang laughed and laughed passengers,
They believe many of their forces can distort the original pure life.
Driver started the car, start the silent flame burning vessel,
She drove the car to another re-baptism of direction in life.
Car to the top of the hill, to the heaven's height,
Acceleration of the car, flashing lightning over a section of angry,
Then, like a leaf falling from a cliff down
And the flowers bloom like the ink in the local newspaper headlines the next day on
"Crouching tiger mountain tragic accident yesterday, fell off a cliff CMB.
Thirteen car drivers and passengers were all "
We know this is a perfect trial, a dynamic process
We do not have much reason to say no to the driver's solemn sentencing.
Just hanging down to her eyes the tears,
Peace will not stop dropping the rainy season in years,
Let's difficult to leave this piece of wet perception.
And take away the black crows of evil and a group of noisy,
Leave alone the stars light up the world,
This is a driver can do the final choice.
Note: a place in the country, a bus driver driving a minibus traveling on the road
Three criminals were locked in a sudden and forced driver off to accompany their "play"
Woman driver shouted for help, the passengers were silent, only a thin young man rose to respond,
But soon break down, the driver was the gangsters get off and insulted with a half hour later,
Driver together with the criminals back to the car, the car turn rows, young men thin driver to get off
Young men refused the assistance of passengers in public, finally rid of this "otherness."
Until the driver opened the car from the top of the cliff the moment, passengers and the gangsters came to understand
The real intention of the driver: driver with life on them the final sentencing.
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