今年5月底,我去台湾参加“百年来中国文学学术研讨会”。会议的最后一天,有一会议代表分赠他所主编的刊物。刊物上有诗,我喜不自禁,立即捧读。读后的感觉呢?我现在不说,先恭录一首如下:我怀念骑着你唯一的乳房翻阅黑夜的日子。独一无二的月亮,你巨大的车轮碾过我的思想,压挤出一道道月光。美丽的白色恐怖。温柔的独裁。无可抗 At the end of May this year, I went to Taiwan to participate in the “100 Years Chinese Literature Academic Seminar”. On the last day of the meeting, a conference delegate gave him a copy of the editorial. There was a poem on the journal. I couldn’t help but immediately read it. What does it feel like to read? I don’t say it now. I’ll first record one as follows: I miss the day when I was riding your only breast and reading through the night. The unique moon, your huge wheels running over my mind, squeezing out a moonlight. Beautiful white terror. Gentle dictatorship. No resistance