我一向把自己当作一个与诗歌若即若离的人,连三天打鱼两天晒网都算不上。正所谓没有出名,也谈不上遗忘。从1993年参加第11届青春诗会后,我基本与诗绝缘,不写,不看。去年,脑子里的诗情竟死灰复燃了,我这才发现,诗歌之于我,还是那么难以割舍。看了一些诗刊,也上网看过不少诗歌,不免对自己有点失望,我如同赶着一辆牛车上了高速,诗歌的发展这样迅捷,而我被远远抛在后面了。诗是什么?一万个人会有一万个回答。在我看来,诗就是灵魂里那个 I have always regarded myself as a poetic person, even three days fishing sunbathing are not enough. Is the so-called no-known, but also not forgotten. After attending the 11th Youth Poetry Club in 1993, I basically insisted on poetry and did not write or read. Last year, the poetry in my heart actually resurfaced, and I discovered that my poetry was still hard to let go. After reading some poems and reading many poems on the Internet, I was disappointed with myself. I was as fast as catching a bullock car and the development of poetry was quick. And I was far behind. What is the poem? Ten thousand people will have ten thousand answer. In my opinion, poetry is the one in the soul