“出入无时,莫知某乡。”——孔子一个我们曾经熟悉的世界作为一种老旧的空间和秩序正在可怕地消失。读完雷平阳的长诗《春风祷》的时候,北方的秋风正抖落大片大片的落叶。穿过阴霾浓重的城市街道,我希望在时代的墓碑上錾刻下这些名字:哀牢山、金沙江、奠边府、佤山、司岗里、基诺山、乌蒙山、他郎江、小黑江……我们所面对的是没有“远方”的时代。极其吊诡的贝则是我们的“地方”和“故地”尽管就在身边,但我们却被强行地远离了它。而“地方”和“故地”的改变更是可怕和惊人,因此文字空间里携带着精神能量的地理就成了不折不扣的乌有之乡。在一个丧失了“远方”和“主体精神”的时代,我们的诗人是否都疲软地 “There is no place to go in or out of a country.” “- Confucius A world we used to be familiar with as an old space and order is vanishingly horrifying. Reading Lei Pingyang’s poem ”Spring Prayer“, the northern autumn wind is shaking off large tracts of leaves. Through the densely populated urban streets, I hope I can carve these names on the tombstones of the era: Ailao Mountain, Jinsha River, Dien Bien Phu, Wa Mountain, Kedangri, Kino Mountain, Wumeng Mountain, Lang River, Small The Black River ... ... we are facing no ”distance “ era. The most paradoxical Pui is our ”place “ and ”place “ despite being around, but we were forcibly removed from it. And the change of ”place “ and ”old place “ is even more terrifying and alarming. Therefore, the geography carrying spiritual energy in the writing space has become a virtually non-existent land. In an era of losing ”distance “ and ”spirit of ", whether our poets are weak