在无雪的冬天里,读荣荣即将出版的诗集《时间之伤》,是有多种期待的。雪不来覆盖陈旧的大地,诗歌铺满我的视野。求新,是诗人的本能。荣荣不是复杂的人,诗也不复杂。荣荣是个有情趣的人,诗也充满情趣。不复杂不是简单,有情趣不是贪玩。近二十年来,读荣荣的诗,深知荣荣是个感情丰富的人,是个一直用理想来调整自己的人。这本诗集的名字叫《时间之伤》,可想而知,一定是理想被现实生活所刺痛之后的顿悟与参破。 In the snow-free winter, reading Rong Rong’s soon-to-be-published collection of poems Time Wounds has multiple expectations. Snow can not cover the old land, poetry covered my horizons. Innovation, is the poet’s instinct. Rong Rong is not a complex person, the poem is not complicated. Rong Rong is a person who has fun, the poem is also full of fun. Not complicated is not simple, fun is not fun. In the past twenty years, I have read Rongrong’s poems and learned that Rongrong is an emotionally rich person and an individual who has always adjusted her own ideals. The name of this collection of poems is “The Wounds of Time,” which one can imagine. It must have been an epiphany and a breakthrough after the ideal was stung by real life.