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“2·15”灭火战斗结束以后,我一直想写点什么,但生怕惊扰烈士的在天英灵而迟迟不敢动手,更怕触动心头那片尚未痊愈的疤痕。今天,我终于提起了沉重的拙笔,为了纪念那场惊心动魄的战斗,为了我那些可爱可敬的战友,为了那在火中涅的凤凰,也为了呼唤全社会关爱生命、关注消防安全。虽然事隔多日,那一幕幕血与火的激烈战斗场景却始终在我的心头挥之不去。那一夜,嘶鸣的警笛撕开了沉沉的夜幕,一辆辆重型红色战车轰然掠过古城街道,骤然攫紧了人心。在紧张到近乎凝固的气氛中,勇士们义无反顾地冲进火场,
“2.15 ” After the end of fighting fire, I always wanted to write something, but for fear of disturbing the martyrs in the spirit of the heroic and did not dare to hands-on, but also afraid to touch the piece of scar not yet healed. Today, I finally raised a heavy clumsy pen to commemorate the soul-stirring battle, for my lovely and comrades-in-arms, for the Nirvana in the fire, but also for the whole society to care for life and pay attention to fire safety. Although many days later, the scene of intense fighting scenes of blood and fire has always been lingering in my heart. That night, the siren siren ripped the dark night, a heavy red chariot crashing across the streets of the ancient city, suddenly grabbed the hearts of the people. In a tense to almost solidified atmosphere, the brave soldiers rushed into the fire without hesitation,