一 1997年金秋北京,某日傍晚,在我的书房里,我接待了马来西亚华裔诗人吴岸先生。此前我已知吴岸是著名的马华诗人,却不曾读过他的诗作。初次见面,他那俊俏的胡须,高雅的谈吐,给我的印象,俨然是一位“学者型”的诗人。后来我读完了他的六本诗集约350首诗,才知道我错了。吴岸不是从书斋里走出来的学人,他的诗毫无书卷气;他是从肥沃的生活土壤中成长的诗人,他的诗带有 One autumn 1997 Beijing, one evening, in my study, I received the Malaysian Chinese Wu Shui. Previously, I knew that Wu An was a famous MCA poet but never read his poetry. First met, his handsome beard, elegant conversation, gave me the impression, just like a “scholar” poet. Later I read about 350 poems of his six poems and learned I was wrong. Wu Shui-bian is not a scholar who emerges from the study, his poem is without books; he is a poet who grew up in the fertile soil of his life,