一诗的诞生是个奇妙的现象。有时千呼万唤不见踪影,有时不经意它又悄悄来临。记得有一天晚上,我在家门前的小河边散步,远处传来优美的琴声。走着走着,我发现河里的倒影似乎也在跟着琴声飘动,灵感突然袭来,写了一首《良宵》:有一段琴声倒映在河里 The birth of a poem is a wonderful phenomenon. Sometimes disappeared after a long absence, sometimes inadvertently it quietly coming. I remember one night, I walk in the small river in front of the house, distant beautiful piano sound came. Walked, I found the reflection of the river seems to be followed by the sound of piano fluttering, inspiration suddenly hit, wrote a “good night”: there is a reflection of the piano in the river