人,总有一点自己的爱好,我不爱别的,但爱诗。说起爱诗、写诗的历史真的够长了。如果从读小学时学写“六一节,已到来,革命儿童喜开怀”算起,四十多年了;如果从大学二年级买到1980年十月《诗刊》“朦胧诗专号”并爱上算起,三十多年了;如果从1992年在《星星》第一次发表作品算起,二十多年了;如果从任职于宣传部门并经常在报纸上发表诗歌算起,十多年了……也许,长得快的是萝卜,长得慢的是人参?呵呵!名气不大、也没多高的成就是事实,但并不代表没追求、没风格。否则,春去冬来,东奔西走,风吹雨打,悲喜交加,三十而立,四十不惑,五十而知天命,早就放弃这个早就不时髦的爱好了,你说是不是?去年,有幸与一批卓有成 People, there is always a little hobby, I do not love anything else, but love poetry. Speaking of love poetry, writing history is really long enough. If from the elementary school when learning to write “sixty-one, has come, the revolutionary children happy ” count for forty years; from the second grade of university bought October 1980 “poem ” misty poem Special number “and fell in love with more than thirty years; if from the first publication of” Star "in 1992 counted more than 20 years; from working in the propaganda department and often published in the newspaper Poetry counted, more than a decade ... Perhaps, grow fast radish, grow slowly ginseng? Oh! Fame is not high achievement is fact, but does not mean no pursuit, no style . Otherwise, spring and winter come and go, go all out, the wind and rain, tragicomorphic, thirties, forty untroubled, fifty known destiny, long ago to give up this is not fashionable hobby, you said yes Not? Last year, I was fortunate enough to be successful with a group