在我读着刘海潮诗集的时刻,雨打在建筑工地上,却再也不闻雨落一片荷塘与林中的那种古典韵味。窗外有着荷塘的那些年,每遇秋雨,几乎有李清照《声声慢》里那些滴不尽的细雨的韵致。似乎海潮少年在乡下也一再地品味过这些美好的忧愁。因为我们身边自然的巨大变迁,似乎人的听力也有历史。 At the moment when I read Liu Haichao’s poems, the rain hit the construction site, but I never heard of the classical charm of a lotus pond and forest. Out of the window with the Hawthorn those years, each case of autumn and winter, almost Qingzhao “sound slow” in the dripping endless drizzle charm. It seems that tide teenagers have repeatedly savored these beautiful sorrows in the country. Because of the tremendous changes in nature around us, it seems that people’s hearing also has history.