一晃时光转弯/大半个青春/在纸上走完/宝剑饮恨推手击石/墨香的奶酪/成了隔夜茶盏……已经很少有人怀着一种如此深切的生命自觉,追问时光流逝、青春不再了。或许只是蓦然间的一个转身,一摸头发,那种“浑欲不胜簪”之感便迅猛袭来,撞疼了红雪的颅骨。大半个青春的时光里,红雪惜别诗歌,投身报业,硬性收藏起一位歌者的激情,不无悲壮地潜伏在人性的荒野上。起身间不经意的一次回眸, A flash of time turning / Mostly youth / Finished on paper / Swords grudging push hand hit stone / Mexican incense cheese / Overnight tea ... ... Already very few people with such a deep sense of life, ask the passage of time, Youth is no longer. Perhaps only a sudden turn around, touched the hair, the kind of “muddy victorious hairpin ” feeling quickly hit, hit the skull red snow. In most of his youth, Hong Xue fondles for poetry, goes to the press, hardens the passion of a singer, and lurks unconsciously in the wilderness of human nature. A look back inadvertently,