一直记得任白的诗集《耳语》出版后被我们叫做“新书发布会”的一次聚会。说“发布会”实在太不切实际,因为全场只有几个人。那次聚会上,一贯沉稳内敛的任白喝了很多酒,说了很多话,对着所有人举杯说感谢,就像那本设计得简单淡雅的诗集是我们集体帮他写成的一样。更记得他说过的一句话:没有了诗歌,我这个人生,还有他妈的什么意义。那一晚,在酒店幽暗灯影里的他,有几分放肆,有几分张 Always remember Ren’s poetry collection “whisper” after we were called “new book conference ” a party. Say “conference ” is too unrealistic, because the audience only a few people. At that party, Ren always calm and restrained to drink a lot of wine, said a lot of words, in front of all toast thanked, as the simple and elegant design of the poetry is our collective to help him write the same. More remembered what he said: there is no poetry, my life, as well as what the meaning of fucking. That night, in the darkness of the hotel where he, somewhat presumptuous, a bit Zhang