把一本诗歌刊物当作一张圆桌,其实主编和编者在无形中,就和当期刊物的每一位作者,虚拟了这个无限扩大的场景,坐而谈论诗歌,每一首诗歌的对话,展开了现实版的圆桌会议。其实,各抒己见,见于每一文字。我于其前,仿佛只是引开一个话题。诗歌,不仅仅是自空中够云彩,自花叶上采鸟声,自雨声里觅残棋,也必然是自湖海中打捞沉潜的罹难船,自山间 To treat a poem publication as a round table, the editor-in-chief and editor, in virtually all, and virtually every author of the current issue, virtualized this infinitely enlarged scene, sitting and talking about poetry and the dialogue of each poem The reality version of the round table. In fact, express their opinions, seen in every word. In front of me, as if just to open a topic. Poetry, not just enough clouds in the air, picking birds from the leaves, since the rain in the search for a chess, but also inevitably from the lakes salvage the potential of the ship, from the mountains