诗人,用短碎的句子,描绘了一个斑驳的世界,这个世界足够大,可以盛下诗人自己。他颠覆了我们心中单一的色调,赋予洪湖色彩斑驳的意象。在斑驳交错的物理空间里,我们看到的却是诗人精神世界的破碎、悲辛和焦灼。他的诗里有个斑驳的世界,洪湖衍生的世界。他没有低吟,没有高歌,只是在述说,这个时代诗人的虚无。 The poet, with short sentences, depicts a mottled world large enough to contain the poet himself. He subverts the single color in our hearts and gives the colorful image of Honghu Lake. In the mottled staggered physical space, what we see is the fragmentation, sadness and anxiety of the poet’s spiritual world. There is a mottled world in his poem, Honghu derived world. He did not whisper, did not sing, just talked about the poet’s nothingness of this era.