不知不觉中,海子离开人世已经二十多个年头了。这位天才诗人生前籍籍无名,在贫困和孤独中写作,渴望被世人接受而不可得。如今他的生和死已经被神化,他的名字已经成为一个符号,他的祭日也已成为一个盛大的诗的节日,这是他活着时无论如何也想象不到的。今天翻开海子的诗,我惊异于那些抒情短章在技巧上的简单,但却有着“刀劈斧砍般”的力量。那些质感的语 Unconsciously, Haizi left the world has more than twenty years. The talented poet was born unknown, born in poverty and loneliness, eager to be accepted by the world and not available. Now that his life and death have been deified, his name has become a symbol, and his sacrificial offering has become a grand festival of poetry, which he can never imagine at any rate. Opened Haizi’s poetry today, I was amazed at those simple and lyrical chapters in the skills of simple, but it has a “knife cut like” power. Those texture language