记忆像一间仓库,装下了太多的东西:有用的,没用的;有意思的,没意思的。当我想写一个人的时候,就会沉入记忆中,在那里翻找着什么,只要还有感觉在,也就可以写点什么了。人都不是孤立的。要想做成一点事,离不开他人的帮助。有些人的名字本身就会发出光和热。冬天,雪地上的篝火;春天,野地里的绿色。人,说来说去,最终还是要看人格的魅力。这是在写叶延滨之前想到的。叶延滨是一个诗人。读他的诗,知道他的名字,已有 Memories like a warehouse, loaded with too many things: useful, useless; interesting, boring. When I want to write a person, I fall into my memory, where I look for something, so long as I feel, I can write something. People are not isolated. To do something, can not do without the help of others. Some people’s names emit light and heat themselves. Winter, bonfire on the snow; spring, green in the wild. People, to put it in a nutshell, ultimately depends on personality charm. This is before I wrote YE. Ye Yan Bin is a poet. Read his poem, know his name, already