每次读罢投文的诗集《忧郁的石头》,总有一种莫名的孤独感向我袭来。诗集一页一页在手中翻过,文字里仿佛看到一个萧瑟的背影,被夕阳拉得很长很长,静立于天地之间,几只小鸟在天空飞速地越过。长长的背影后,便是车马喧嚣、热火朝天的整个世界。都说在这个市声杂沓的尘世里,诗人是孤独的,因 Each time I read the essay poetry “melancholy stone”, there is always a sense of loneliness hit me. The poem sets page by page in the hand turned over, the text seems to see a bleak backs, was a long, long stretch of the sunset, standing between heaven and earth, a few birds in the sky quickly crossed. After the long back, is the hustle and bustle of the whole world in full swing. Say that in the city of earth, the poet is lonely, because