我有时在想,假如我们的作家都把自己写出的文字付之一炬,烟雾散尽之后,还能看到有多少文字在闪亮,不会消失在烟雾苍茫的地方?如果有,那一定是一些充满激情的文字,一些充满睿智和哲思的文字,一些充满灵性的文字。在安县作家帅士象的作品里,我感觉就看到了这样的文字。初读帅士象,是在他的诗歌里。他的坦率,他的热诚,他的忧伤,他的梦想,都在他的长短句里一览无余。他的诗歌好读,不扭捏造作。他的思路容易理清,不故作高深。他的忧伤明明 Sometimes, I think, if our writers put their own words at their fingertips, and after the fumes have been cleared, how many words are shining and will not disappear in the vast smoke? If so, it must be some Passionate words, some wit and philosophical words, some full of spiritual words. In An County writer Shuai Xiang works, I feel like I saw this text. His first reading is in his poetry. His candor, his enthusiasm, his sadness, his dreams all glanced through his short sentences. His poems are well read and do not tweak. His ideas easy to sort out, not sophisticated. His sadness is clear