叶子开始飘落的时候,这一年的尾声就到了。这么多年,在一期又一期的刊物中,几乎来不及回望,日子就被匆匆翻了过去。每天到单位的第一件事情是翻看信箱,有好的稿件就会眼前一亮,心会澎湃。这样的日子年复一年,留给自己的精力所剩无几,这些年缓慢的写作,是声声慢。有时会想,如果不编诗歌,就没有紧张和压迫感,留给自己的 When the leaves begin to fall, the end of the year is up. For so many years, in the issue-by-issue publications, it was almost time to look back and the days were overthrown. The first thing to do to the unit every day is to look through the mail box, and a good manuscript will be immediately available. Year after year, leaving less energy for myself, slow writing these years, is slow. Sometimes think, if you do not compile poetry, there is no tension and oppression, to their own