一许多年前,当我还不认识潘春生的时候,就常听文友们说起他,说他是位农民诗人,而且会加上注解:真正的。言语中多是赞叹与佩服,但也不乏同情。而我也多有不解:真正的诗矣?人矣?诗人有真假,难道农民还有真假?在一次文友的聚会中,第一次将诗与人对上号时,我不由得惊叹了。因为,诗文中那带着阳光气息的诗句,那略带伤感的情怀,那细腻而充满美感的描述,让我一时间无法与 Many years ago, when I still did not know Pan Chunsheng, I often heard his friends talk about him, saying that he was a peasant poet, and he added the remark: real. Words are admiration and admiration, but there is no shortage of sympathy. And I also have many puzzled: the real poem? Man carry on? Poets are true and false, are farmers still true? In a gathering of literary friends, the first time the poem and the right number, I can not help but Marvel Because, poetry with a sunshine posthumous verse, that slightly sad feelings, that delicate and full of beauty description, so I can not for a time with