不知不觉,我已写了三十年的诗。看来,到了我这种本应该把一切都放下的年龄,起码还有诗歌是一时半刻放不下的。一方面是自己难以割舍,另一方面是总感到有一只无形的手推着自己继续往前。由此我深信自己是一个宿命写作者,而且是一个将要写一辈子乡愁的人。写了三十年的诗,如果还没有一点宿命感的话,那么我可能真的是一个可疑的诗人! Unconsciously, I have written thirty years of poetry. It seems to me that this should have put down all the age, there is at least a little bit of poetry can not let go of. On the one hand it is hard to let go of oneself, on the other hand always felt that an invisible hand pushed himself to move on. From this I believe that I am a fate writer, but also a person who will write a lifetime nostalgia. I wrote a thirty-year poem, if not yet a sense of fate, then I may really be a dubious poet!