“我从不肯放弃每一张纸,/总是留着——留着/叠成一只一只很小的船儿,/从舟上抛下在海里。/有的被天风吹卷到舟中的窗里/有的被海浪打湿/站在船头上。/我仍是不灰心地每天的叠着/总希望有一只/能流到我要它到的地方去。”在这个热烈、奔放、蓬勃向上的五月,媒体正在报道母亲节到来之际,一个清柔、幽美、深沉而又凝重的女诗人的声音正在遥远的地方缓缓地、幽幽地撞击着你的心灵。 "I will never give up every piece of paper, / always keep - keep / stack a small boat, / thrown from the boat in the sea. To the window in the boat / Some were wet by the waves / Standing on the bow. / I was still not discouraged to lay it on a daily basis / I always wanted one / to go where I wanted it to go. In this warm, unrestrained and vigorous May, when the media is reporting the arrival of Mother’s Day, the voice of a gentle, beautiful, deep and dignified poet is slowly and faintly impacting you soul.