年来觉渐少,常做静夜思。披衣独坐,于黑暗中向外望去,看那天上或圆或缺的月、或明或暗的星,多年记者生涯笔下的人或事,便一一从眼前浮过……每当此时,一个人物必定挟风携雨地闯来,亮一道人生轨迹在夜空中闪闪灭灭,牵扯我去关注他。挺累的。每每细品这累,心中更生出一种强烈的感觉。沉重。还有,这沉重所展示着的一个大画面;古老的中医药,正以它古朴而凝重的颤声,一下下叩打着世界医坛之门。那颤声如黄钟大吕般震动着这个有着六十五亿年历史的星球。他,赫连锁,便是叩门人中的一个。他走了,没有回头初春的黄土高原,生气还未复苏。树木僵直着枝杈,土地冻结着生灵。一种洪荒感夹着冬日残余的寒 Feeling less in recent years, often doing quiet nights thinking. Sitting alone in the darkness, looking out to see the sky or the moon or the moon or the bright or dark star, many years of journalist career people or things, one by one floating from the front ... ... Whenever At this point, a character must wind and rain to break in, a bright life trajectory in the night sky flashes off, involving me to pay attention to him. Tired. Every detail is tired, heart gave birth to a strong feeling. heavy. Also, this heavy display of a large picture; ancient Chinese medicine, with its simple and solemn trembling, under the beat of the door of the world’s medical world. The tremor, like Huang Zhongda Lu, shakes the planet, which has a history of 6.5 billion years. He, He chain, is one of the knock people. He left, did not turn back to the early spring of the Loess Plateau, angry yet recovery. Trees twig rigid, frozen in the land of creatures. A prehistoric sense of winter cold residue