写作这件事,一直是值得怀疑的。面对大师业已林立的诗坛,一个人还要写诗,无疑是拿鸡蛋碰石头,拿虚拟的翅膀去与风中大鹏比翼齐飞,有人在地面抬头看了一眼说,这是只什么鸟。写作最终要做的事,就是正在拿手指敲字或拿起笔写字的人对自己说,看看这种文本在自己手上还有哪些可能。拿自己的自以为是当作天大的事。 Writing this matter has always been doubtful. In the face of the poetic world in which the masters have been standing, one must write poetry, undoubtedly take the eggs hit the rock, take the virtual wings to go fly with the wind in the Dapeng, some people looked up at the ground and said that this is only what the bird. The final thing to do in writing is that someone who is typing or picking up a pen and says to himself what the possibilities are for this type of text in his or her own hands. Take your self-righteousness as a great thing.