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2014年岁末一个寂冷的午后,我伫立在办公室的窗前,窗外依旧是深厚的雾霾,做编辑30多年来,一直有一个习惯,每到岁末,总有那么一天,那一天必须是阳光明媚,或者是大雪纷飞,一个人静静地在办公室,望着窗外,什么也不想,什么也不写,就这么成了习惯。那一天好像最乏味最没有意义,但这么多年,忙忙碌碌的一天又一天大都忘记了,唯独每年这一天的情境,还记得很清晰。今年的这一天,是很深的雾霾。也忽然记起来,中国诗歌年终述评,也已经写了整整十一年了。
I was standing in front of the office window in the middle of 2014 when I was still in the cold. After the window was still a thick haze for more than 30 years, I had a habit of editing. Every day till the end of the year, there was always a day when the day It is a habit to be sunny or snow-drifting, silently in the office, looking out the window, thinking nothing, and not writing anything. That day seems the most boring most pointless, but so many years, busy day and day mostly forgotten, except for this year's situation, remember very clearly. This year's day is a deep haze. Also suddenly remembered, the year-end commentary on Chinese poetry has also been written for a full eleven years.