小时候,不懂什么是诗歌,我们却说着诗一样的语言渐渐长大。在田地里摘豆角,采桑葚,给小伙伴破旧的鞋子里塞石子……我把那时的自己比喻成一枚“幻想成熟的小月亮”。少年时,懵懵懂懂的我开始喜欢诗歌,初三时遇到的政治老师是我的文学启蒙老师,他给我们讲文学,讲诗歌。那时候,一切都还是未知,村子周围长满了树和庄稼,站在它们中间,我就有了郁郁葱葱的心思。 When I was young, I did not understand what poetry was, but we said that poetry-like languages ​​grew up. Pick beans in the field, mulberry mound, to the small buddy shoes inside the pebbles ... ... I then metaphor itself as a “fantasy mature little moon ”. When I was a boy, I started to like poetry when I was young. The political teacher I met during my junior year was my literary enlightenment teacher. He told us literature and poetry. At that time, everything was still unknown. There were lush trees and crops around the village. Standing among them, I had a lush heart.