十几二十多岁那会儿,我一度爱上了诗。也看,也抄录,也背诵,当然也写。往报社投,往杂志寄,有的还获了奖,后来,便捧上了自己的两本诗集。那时候,对诗如醉如痴。如今,年龄翻了一番的我,不再喜为诗歌以自娱,对诗的热乎劲早已冷却了下来,不写了,不看了,不想了,再也无兴趣一本本去抄? More than a dozen twenties, I once fell in love with poetry. Also read, but also copied, but also recite, of course, also write. To the newspaper investment, to the magazine sent, and some also won the prize, and later, they put on their own two poems. At that time, the poem intoxicated. Today, I doubled in age, no longer like to entertain poetry, the poetry has long been cool down, do not write, do not read, do not want, and no longer interested in a copy of the books?