2013年,在德令哈的天空下,长满童话,长满情绪,也长满忧伤和诗情。人生际会,总不由人,就那么毫无征兆地来到你的天空下。彼时,德令哈让大地裸露的骨架掩映,不老的季风吹佛不停。但二月的天空瓦蓝通透辽阔无比。让记忆深邃。上世纪八十年代,一个叫海子的人来到这里,然后写了一首诗,让这个西北以西戈壁腹地的小城突然著名起来。我来时,“姐姐,今夜我在德令哈”的忧郁诗魂在这座弹丸小城的天空飘荡游吟了二十余年。 In 2013, under the sky in Deling, covered with fairy tales, full of emotions, but also full of sadness and poetic. Interpersonal meetings, always with people, then there is no sign to your sky. That same time, Delhi made the exposed skeleton of the earth, the old monsoon blowing Buddha non-stop. But in February the vastness of the sky is so vast. Let the memory deep. In the 1980s, a man named Haizi came here and wrote a poem that suddenly made the town famous in the hinterland of the Gobi Desert in the northwest. When I came, “Sister, Tonight at Delhi,” the melancholy poetic soul wandered through the sky in this small town for more than twenty years.