1991年深秋某日,落叶纷飞,天空灰暗。有一个后脑勺上头发稀疏、戴着一副大眼镜的中年男子匆匆登上从呼和浩特开往杭州的火车。我站在肮脏的路基下,向他挥手告别。火车缓缓启动,加速,并发出几声干嚎。我感到生活在脚下颤抖。转眼间,这列严重超载的火车就消失得无影无踪。站台上变得空无一人,随着此人的离去,一个激动人心的时代结束了。这位孤独的乘客就是《草原·北中国诗卷》的发起者健雄先生。 Autumn day 1991, falling leaves, the sky is gloomy. There is a sparse hair on the back of the head, wearing a pair of glasses of middle-aged man hastily boarded the train bound for Hangzhou from Hohhot. I stood under the dirty road and waved goodbye to him. Slowly start the train, speed up, and made several howling. I feel life trembling at my feet. In an instant, these serious overloaded trains vanished without a trace. The platform became empty, and as the man departed, an exciting time was over. The lonely passenger is Mr. Ken Hung, founder of “Prairie · North China Poetry Volume.”