我是一个既不会写诗,也不懂诗的人。上大学时,系里面搞什么诗歌大赛,很懵懂地斗胆写了一首自认为是诗歌的东西,送给比我高一届的学兄。学兄从我手中接过那张有些发皱的诗稿后,很惊讶地问我:你也写诗呐?我立马脸很红,言语更是说不出来。学兄也许是随便一问,并无别意,但我在心里绝对是很在意这样的一句问话的,因为我真的不知道诗该怎么写。从此,特别自卑,后来再也没有涉足过这样的高贵文体。所以对写诗的人——诗人,特别崇拜,一直到现在,我都坚信:诗人是天生的。如果你是诗人,那么我会把你出生的第一声哭啼都认为 I am a man who can neither write poetry nor poetry. When I was in college, I did a series of poetic competitions in my department. I dumbfounded and wrote a piece of poetry that I thought was a poem, and gave it to my elder brother. After the brother took over from me some of the crumpled poem, he was very surprised to ask me, “Do you write poetry now?” I immediately felt very red and the words were even more unspeakable. Brother may be a casual question, and no bother, but in my heart is absolutely very concerned about such a questioning, because I really do not know how to write poetry. Since then, particularly low self-esteem, and later no longer involved in such a noble style. Therefore, I am convinced that the poet, a poet who worshiped poetry, has been adhering to it until now. The poet is born. If you are a poet, then I will think of the first cry of your birth