远与近1近十年来,我离诗很远,但却离生活很近。诗曾使我变得清高孤傲,生活却使我变得庸俗不堪。诗就像我清纯的恋人,我的灵魂抑或唇间,都散发着菊或梅的芬芳;生活却如我的妻子,在柴米油盐的交响曲中,在阵阵叹息与呻吟中,我变得更加理智和聪颖。我被妻子夸奖和灵感袭来时的情状一样,都有一种被电击的感觉, Far and nearly 1 Nearly a decade ago, I was far away from poetry, but very close to life. Poetry has made me noble and proud, but life has made me vulgar. Poetry is like my innocent lover, my soul or my lips, all exudes the fragrance of chrysanthemum or plum; life is like my wife, in the symphony of pomegranate salt, in the bursts of sigh and moan, I become more Reasonable and intelligent. I was the wife of praise and inspiration when the situation hit the same, there is a feeling of being shocked,