一吴展与我之间,是首诗。文学掉价的年头,诗对许多人引力和阻力大抵相当。我没能例外,吴展也没能幸免,宛然一个人生轮回。人生轮回是强大的,足以将成败、得失、对错、喜悲等等碾压成线或点,在正午的阳光下虽有阴影,但已不成比例,甚至可以忽略不计。二那是秋老虎显摆威风的晌午,第一次离开家乡的我把自己托付给火车。十六岁的我,全部家当是爸爸送的军用背囊、妈妈煮的茶叶蛋和国家最后一 A Wu Zhan and me, is the poem. In the year of literary plunge, poetry is similar in gravity and resistance to many people. I can not be an exception, Wu Chin also failed to survive, like a life cycle. Life cycle is strong, enough to be successful, gains and losses, right and wrong, grief and so grind into a line or point, despite the shadow of the midday sun, but it is disproportionate, or even negligible. Second, that is the autumn tiger masculine noon, the first time I left home to entrust myself to the train. I am sixteen years old, all the belongings are sent by my father’s military rucksack, mother boiled eggs and eggs last country