一直喜欢林徽音款款道来的几句诗:“你是人间四月天里的云烟,黄昏吹着风软,星星在无意中闪,细雨点撒在花前”诗人笔下那软软的风,细细的雨,在北方的春天,在频频光顾的沙尘暴中,化作了一个遥远的梦。每一次沙尘的不期而遇,仿佛一条肆虐的恶龙,挟狂风卷黄 Has always been like Lin Huiyin section of the road to a few poems: “You are the clouds in April sky, blowing soft wind at dusk, the stars inadvertently flash, drizzle scattered before the flower” poet’s pen that soft Wind, thin rain, in the northern spring, frequented by sandstorms, turned into a distant dream. Every time the sand and dust meet by chance, as if a raging evil dragon, relying on the wind storm yellow