在浩瀚广袤的宇宙间,在时间无垠的旷野中,生命仿若沙粒,渺小,卑微,不知所措。没有人能告诉我们,生命从何而来,又将去往哪里,即使是诗人也不能,因为,“诗不是观点的表达。它是从流血的伤口或是微笑的唇间涌出的一首歌。”但是,当我们走进诗人笔下美丽纯朴的世界,读过他对爱与美、生与死、善与恶、劳作与安乐、理智与热情等一系列问题充满比喻和哲 In vast expanse of the universe, in the timeless expanse of wilderness, life is like sand, small, humble, overwhelmed. No one can tell us where life comes from and where it goes, even poets do not, because “poetry is not an expression of opinion, it’s a gushing from a bloody wound or a smiling lip Song. ”" But as we walked into the beautiful and simple world of poets, we read about his metaphorical series of questions about love and beauty, life and death, good and evil, work and comfort, reason and passion.