“面对一座即将飞走的村庄,我常常会梦见自己坐在上面,去了远方……”这远方便是我与一个村庄的距离。然而,它到底有多远,我也说不清。在目光所及之处,远方是群山,是落满彩霞之地;而在心中,远方是自由之地,是圣洁的幽兰空谷。可事实上,我与一个村庄的距离,并不遥远。十多年来,我曾在自己的诗里多次写到过自己的村庄,细致到每一条路,每一个沟沟坎 “In the face of a village about to fly away, I often dreamed I was sitting on it, went to the distance ... ” This distance is my distance from a village. However, how far it is, I can not tell. In the eyes of the place, the distance is mountains, is full of pink clouds in the land, and in the heart, the distance is a free land, holy orchids empty valley. In fact, I am not far away from a village. For more than a decade, I wrote many times my own village in my own poem, meticulously went to every road,