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3月2日星期四阴去浦东老枪的单位,到食堂吃客饭,熟人之间悠闲地打着招呼,大锅饭的香气如同第一次亲密接触时对方的体味,是一种温馨伤感的回忆。把排骨上的肉吃得干干净净,大家幽雅地说到了诗歌。老枪恭维我新诗写得好——我曾经在电话里读过我的习作《我有》——老枪说这首诗应该发表。我的这首小诗在各种聚会和饭局中朗诵过,每次的效果都不差,不是我写得好,那是文学的力量。全诗如下(诵读时应节奏缓慢):
Thursday, March 2 Yin to Pudong old rifle unit, to the canteen to eat meal, between acquaintances leisurely greeting, the flavor of the pot as the first close contact with each other’s taste, is a warm and sad memories. The ribs on the meat to eat clean, we say elegant poetry. Old guns compliment my new poem well - I used to read my book “I Have It” on the phone - Old guns said the poem should be published. My poem is recited in various gatherings and dinners. Each time I did not make any difference. Not my writing is good, it is the power of literature. The poem is as follows (should be slow pace of reading):