1六年前的一个下午,我受诗人王家新的邀请,到人民大学参加了一个小型的多多诗歌分享会。活动设在一间普通的教室里,我来早了,在走廊里站着。透过半敞开的门,只见一个瘦高的青年坐在里面,安静地翻着一本书。后来,他被喊了出来,我们也被互相介绍了姓名。就这样,我认识了王东东,那时我们分别在北京两所学校的中文系读博士。我在人群里一向羞涩寡言,他的谈吐中布满锐气和停顿,这次见面,我们几乎没聊什么,但有种澄明和 One afternoon six years ago, I was invited by the poet Wang Jiaxin to attend a mini-poetry sharing session at Renmin University. Activities in an ordinary classroom, I come early, standing in the corridor. Through the semi-open door, I saw a tall and lazy young man sitting inside, quietly turning over a book. Later, he was shouted out, and we were also introduced to each other’s name. In this way, I met Wang Dongdong, when we studied Ph.D. in Chinese at two schools in Beijing. I have always been a shy person in the crowd, his speech full of elan and pause, this meeting, we almost did not talk anything, but there is a clear and