如果有人跟我说他是个诗人,我就有点紧张。我知道诗人的头脑是用特殊材料制成的:日月星辰,风花雪月,鸟兽鱼虫,在他们脑海中风云激荡,激情飞扬……那是一个多么可爱的世界。对诗人的恐惧,源于我自己的一次特殊经历。那年仲夏,在老家县政府做秘书的我,被安排去接待一位著名诗人。那一晚,我陪诗人采风后住在峡谷深处的宁厂镇招待所,半夜被一阵雷电惊醒,窗外暴雨滂沱,峡风像头怪兽哐啷哐啷直捣房门。我惺忪中一看,诗人没在床上,被窝温热。忽然从外面隐约传来一声嘶喊:“啊,大宁河,你青 If someone told me that he was a poet, I was a bit nervous. I know that the poet’s mind is made of special materials: the sun and moon stars, romantic, birds and beasts and fish insects, in their minds turbulent, passionate flying ... that is a lovely world. Fear of the poet, from my own special experience. In midsummer that year, I, a secretary at the home county government, was arranged to host a famous poet. That night, after I spent time with the poet, I lived in the Ningchang Town Guest House deep in the gorges and was awakened by a thunderstorm in the middle of the night. There was a torrential rain outside the window. I bleary look, the poet did not bed, bed was warm. Suddenly came a vague shouting out from the outside: ”ah, Daning River, you blue