一 黎明,公园湖边的林荫路,我在晨熹的光照里静静地散步,静静地思索着自己过去怎样进行探索,探索着诗艺的漫长道路。 呵,1943年的一个初夏的早晨,我带着满心的悲愤回到家乡,从风雪的北方通过一条漫长的道路,回到了东海之滨的温州。家在乡间的江堤旁,我常在高高的堤上望风帆大蝴蝶样在眼前翩飞,也常在山坡上或东楼的窗下眺望远远近近的水网闪光,回到病床上就拿起了笔。 A dawn, the lake park road, I quietly walk in the morning light, quietly pondering how to explore their past, exploring the long road to poetry. Ah, an early summer morning in 1943, I returned to my hometown full of grief, from the snow north through a long road back to the East China Sea coast of Wenzhou. Home in the country beside the embankment, I often see the tall embankment in the tall embankment fly in front of Pian Fei, often in the hillside or east window overlooking the water near the net near the flash, back to bed Pick up the pen.