在灯红酒绿、物欲横流的社会中,或许只有梦,才能带给人最原始、最直接的慰藉。从垂鬓孩童到花样年华,在似水流年中,在我的每一个梦中,都似乎有一支玉笛,吹出的音律跨越时空长河向我走来。笛声悠扬,把我带到那像在一层薄纱后神秘微笑的峥嵘岁月,我曾敬畏地把那支玉笛称为历史。而那悠扬典雅的曲调,我们称之为:诗。 In the glittering, materialistic society, perhaps only the dream, can bring people the most primitive, the most direct consolation. From hanging children to the Mood for Love, in a stream of years, in every one of my dreams, there seems to be a jade flute, blowing the sound of temperament across the long river came to me. The melodious sound of the flute brought me to the magnificent years when it seemed like a mysterious smile upon the tulle and I once awe called the history of the flute. And that melodious and elegant melody, we call it: poetry.