25年前的12月5号,一位孤苦伶仃的老人用安眠药结束了自己的生命。她就是诗人关露。那一天,北京城寒风呼啸,悲凉之气笼罩关露栖身的陋室。这间寝室因为太小,竟容不下一张可供诗人写作的书桌。陈旧的木板床上,与她相伴的只有一个毫无生气的塑 On December 5, 25 years ago, a lonely old man ended his life with sleeping pills. She is the poet Guan Lu. That day, the roaring winds of Beijing City, sad atmosphere cover off Lu shelter shack. This bedroom is too small to accommodate a poet’s writing desk. The old wooden bed, accompanied by her only a lifeless plastic