1.小时候特别怕生。一个大我很多的表哥来我家,我躲在屋里哭,不敢出来。后来母亲告诉我表哥走了,我依然不信,一直在哭。但蛇在巷子里横穿而过,小虫子在手上爬,一个人在暴雨的夜里去牵羊,我都不怕。我害怕与人相处。一个人的时候是自由的。大抵,写诗就是一个人的事。2.有理由,一个人待着。一个人,做自己的爱人,也做自己的 A child especially afraid of students. A lot of my cousin to my house, I hide in the house cry, afraid to come out. Later my mother told me cousin gone, I still do not believe, has been crying. But the snake crosses the alley, the bugs crawl on their hands, and I am not afraid of them when I am alone in the stormy night. I am afraid to get along with others. When a person is free. Probably, writing poetry is a matter of one person. There is a reason, a person to be. A person, to be their own lover, but also to do their own