一年前,做了一个梦:醒来后发现自己躺在长满鲜嫩草丛的地方,银色的露珠在新叶伸长处颤动,阳光从密集的树枝缝隙中钻进来,落到这个滋生万物的土地上,早晨的空气拥抱了这个寂静的树林,偶尔传来几声清脆的鸟鸣……这是一个很真实的梦,一个充满诗情画意的梦,在这样的梦里,有谁能抑制内心的冲动,不提笔写点关于它的文字呢?于是我写下了这样一首短诗:睁开眼,/满目的葱绿,/树像朋友,邀我跳舞,/高的,矮 A year ago, I had a dream: when I woke up and found myself lying in the grass covered with fresh, silver dew in the extension of the new fibrillation, the sun from the dense branches of the gap drilling, fell to this breeding ground for all things On the morning air embraced the silence of the woods, and occasionally heard a few crisp birds ... ... This is a very real dream, a poetic dream, in such a dream, who can restrain the impulse I wrote a short poem like this: I opened my eyes, my green eyes everywhere, my friends like my friends, invited me to dance, / tall and short