2002年10月31日天渐渐暗了,夕阳的最后一道光即将消逝。真的很美好——今天,写诗的感觉很奇妙。虽然在小学时加入了文学社,跟着老师,用幼稚的心灵描绘了一幅幅诗的篇章,但回想起来,只朦胧地记着,儿时的我,扮演过小诗人的角色,很开心。长大了,学习越来越忙碌,对于诗的接触已是少 Days began to darken on October 31, 2002, and the last light of the setting sun was about to disappear. It’s really beautiful - today, writing poetry is wonderful. Although I joined the literary agency at the elementary school and followed the teacher to depict a chapter of poetry with a childish heart, I only remembered in retrospect that I was very happy when I was a young poet. When I grow up, I’m learning more and more busy. There is less contact with poetry.