如果诗歌是一棵树,每个诗人都是一片叶子,他们在一起唱歌并舞蹈;如果诗歌是一棵树,每个诗人都有独特的叶脉,是合唱团的独唱演员。谁若认为自己是最显眼的,那只能说是染上了自大的霉菌,用不了多久就会变黄或飘落。这是怎样生机盎然的一棵树?请热爱这棵充满生命色彩的树吧!摹仿别人或是重复自己,都只能是虚伪的塑料叶子,长不到这棵树上。鲜花盛开的声音比风还快,比云还轻,纤若毫尘;比虚无还虚无,如此令人心旌摇荡;奔跑、奔跑, If poetry is a tree and every poet is a leaf, they sing and dance together. If poetry is a tree, each poet has a unique vein and is a choir soloist. If one thinks he is the most prominent one, it can only be said that it is arrogant mold, and it will not turn long until it turns yellow or falling. This is how a vibrant tree? Please love this tree full of life! Imitate others or repeat themselves, can only be hypocritical plastic leaves, not grow in this tree. The sound of flowers in full bloom faster than the wind, light than the clouds, fiber if the dust; than the nothingness, so heart-shaking; running, running,