我认识罗丽是在1995年5月,我记得很清楚,她属猪,那年正好二十四岁,《北京作家》组织了一次诗会。离开北京前一天,我们五个年轻诗人去爬了长城,晚上在学校附近吃涮羊肉,本来说好由一个北京人做东,吃完后,他发现钱被偷了,我们的钱凑一起也不够,罗丽说她回宿舍拿,我陪她,我问她,是哈尔滨的?她说,是。我问她,谈朋友没有?她说,谈了。我再问她什么问题,她都不回答了,她装作没听见。那天晚上,我从一堆交换的诗稿中,找到了一首她写的《诗和诗人的阴谋》:疯婆子的哀伤,被闪电切碎,打铁匠盗走一块,铸成的剑,由楚人买走, I know Lolita was in May 1995, and I remember very clearly that she was a pig, that year was just twenty-four. The “Beijing writer” organized a poem. One day before leaving Beijing, five of our young poets climbed the Great Wall and mutton was eaten around the school at night. Originally, it was done by a Beijing native. After eating, he found that the money was stolen and our money was collected together Not enough, Lolita said she went back to the dorm, I accompany her, I asked her, is Harbin? She said yes. I asked her, did not talk about friends? She said, talked about. I asked her any questions, she did not answer, she pretended not to hear. That night, from the exchange of poetry, I found a copy of the poem and poet’s conspiracy that she wrote: Mad Lady’s grief, being shredded by lightning, a blacksmith stealing a piece, a cast sword, Bought by the Chu people,