朋友圈里看到一个10岁孩子写的诗，觉得很不错
The burning fire danced around the room,
With the sparks flying towards the moon,
The man was terrified, the man was sad.
The man was panicking, the man was mad.
A wooden chair, as skinny as a pin.
Looked at the hole, and fell right in.
The man was confused since he did not know:
What started this fire, dancing to and fro?
His things began to slowly fall.
From cups to pictures on the wall.
The fire began to grow bigger and stronger.
“HELP”cried the man. “I CAN’T WAIT ANY LONGER!”
The smell of smoke filled the air,
As ashes, landed in his hair.
Without looking back, the man put on his coat and shoes,
Rode on his horse, who kicked up his hooves.
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