无意中,与“波德莱尔”相遇。如果说诗人是从童年被母亲的废黜,开始叛逆的诗人之路,那么我的写作之路,就是从童年的被否定和孤寂开始——如果没被认可,精神就放逐到远方……只要精神开始流放,孤寂就开始了。无论在怎样喧嚣热闹的环境下,心都是孤寂的。诗人以叛逆呼唤母亲,而我却对孤寂柔情似水,因为我的心里盛满水样的柔情。我的花开了一地,我的思绪开始蔓 Accidentally, met with “Baudelaire”. If we say that the poet started his rebellious poet journey from her mother’s demise in her childhood, my path to writing was from the denial and loneliness of childhood - if not recognized, the spirit would be exiled to the distance ... as long as the spirit Begin exile, loneliness begins. No matter how hustle and bustle of the environment, the heart is lonely. The poet rebuked her mother with rebellion, and I was soft on the loneliness because my heart was filled with watery tenderness. My flowers bloom, my thoughts begin to spread