一个语词和一个句子孤立地存在着,像山中的一个石头和它旁边一个鲜红的草莓。它们的存在本身就是诗,而我们却要用言语呼唤它们,写成言语之诗。因此,诗就是言语的幻想。谁能唤醒那一个个孤立的语词呢?优秀诗人是那个唤醒它们的人。优秀诗人用什么力量,用什么样的生命形式去唤醒它们?我想,这样少之又少的诗人,肯定在用活着的心灵与之对话,用春风起源的第一筐发酵的酶喂养它们。优秀的诗人是喂养语词的人。 A word and a sentence exist in isolation, like a stone in the mountain and a bright red strawberry next to it. Their existence is itself a poem, and we are to call them in words and write words of words. Therefore, poetry is the fantasy of speech. Who can awaken that isolated word? The good poet is the one who awakens them. What kind of power do good poets use to awaken them? In my opinion, so few and fewer poets must be in dialogue with the living heart, with the first basket of fermenting enzymes fermented enzymes feeding them. A good poet is a person who feeds words.