在这个人人为房子、工作、交际等等奔忙的年代,谁还会安静地读一首诗呢?而一旦能遇上一首好诗,又会是怎样的一种惊喜?一年前,我读到雪马的《我的祖国》。那一刻,我已相信,它是一个出色的作品,会被越来越多的人喜爱。在我的阅读记忆里,它是如此深刻,并使我不再怀 Who would quietly read a poem in this busy time where everyone was a house, a job, a communicator, etc. And what would be a surprise once it met a good poem? A year ago, I read Xuema’s “My Motherland.” At that moment, I have believed that it is an excellent work that will be loved by more and more people. It is so profound in my reading memory that I am no longer pregnant